Split between being a lady
Swallowing the pain
Wrong words come...control
Each day a battle
Emotions torn up, no gain
Peace... tranquility..is the goal
It's hard, for when you came into
My life..
You stoled a part of the heart
I wore on my sleeve
Even a portion, connected
To my soul
Wanted to receive

Split sharp
No left or right turns
Kind person openly trust
Tends to get burn
You lost your key, inside the lock
Of my heart
Moving on, pull it out please
Breeze calls out whispers
Wisdom speaks depart
Words to believe
Oceans far, you live
Birds in the skies speak
Driving outside the ordinary
Is the seam, I need to repair
Forgive, because I do not hate
I care..
© Cynthia Inouye