Heart scorned by words of trust and love Soul thrown about Taken as a piece of ass Stomped on beaten to a pulp Only wanting to be loved Wanting to find the one jewel The black pearl that is in its rarity Still minds wander Thinking pondering ones heart fate Not wanting to be vulnerable to pain Running scared from what may bring pain Nervous bout giving ones heart into another hands It may be crumbled to pieces May be whipped with verbal abuse Not wanting the risk Playing Russian roulette with a soul already riddles with bullet holes The survey up in ones main bodily function To stay and take the sacrifice of yet another heartbreak This never fully heals Or to leave before pain is inflicted But then always have the questions of “what if” and “why” Running circles round and round in ones head Only to ask Allah What Should I do? |