ACHING HEART
I wrote you a letter and you dart with it
The rain is heavy; Not landing friendly
But I am in; walking a work in still
I sat upon the cold pew in a raining cloud
But, I can’t regulate the heat that exhale from me
I ride cycle in my parlor
There is nobody to fight with
My tender heart is hanging across the shining sun
If no one cares it will become a chronicles
The earth can tell the life He gave me
A sounding voice in letter
A dancing leg when there is no beat
And a heavy body when we are asks to run
Who will make this aching heart to start?
After a long pain without no gain
When the world had nail it in
I am who I am today
Because you don’t love me
But I love you, even when I do not see your love.
©2010 Crux!
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