Curse words reaches my ears
Ears shame the voices heard
Heard of what is unknown to me
Me ofcourse tend to forgive
Forgive thy lips that utter the words
Words that pierce my heart like a sword
Sword of which one can draw to ****
**** the naive person within
Within where a child stays hidden
Hidden with emotion packed situation
Situation that none other can understand
Understand the wrath that soul goes through
Through the darkest days into the meadow
Meadow full of blooming tulip flowers
Flowers that linger my heart to forget
Forget the words that pin and pierce
Pierce my heart, poisoning my mind
Mind which turns into thoughtful haze
Haze in all moments, unwilling craze...


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