A HEART always brokenYou must be jokin’
But only I can see
The pieces and I won’t let them be
An obsessive type of love
Is my drug
Do I lack the GUTS?
Yes I have been cut
Wounds are superficial
Lots and not a little
Yet I can’t scream out
I’m black but not loud
Where is my MIND?
Is it even mine?
This dum dum
Better find one
I hear you say
Imprinted on my brain
Blue BALLS
No girl has seen at all
What is why I’m so blue
In love with her, her, and you
And still I am scared
Even though I’m bare
That is why my BACK
Everyone has chosen to attack
Did I choose to lie?
Without a spine
Life so dismal
Indivisible Invisible
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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