After so many attacks, after so many injuring words. I find my self wounded. You left me bleeding, throwing up some blood and, crying messed up tears. You talked your way as usual, trying to mock me, and hitting hard.
My love is not your slave, love is my state. I've loved you since you were born. You were never eager to share with me... I really had to fight hard to caught your attention. You have been cruel, you have been selfish. I might have, unaware, blessed you, but I have always felt sorry, come forward and appologized.
You can not take away that piece of heart that's ment to be for you. I will be here, I will be standing, I will be praying and I will keep my defenses up.
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