~My Heart~

Oh sensitive
sweet heart
believe not of lies
but what lies
in my truthful pupil.
Look with my eyes
which since
truth, love, pain,
happiness, and even sorrow
My heart aches at the word
"hate"
It's like razors
To my wounded
heart
Already from the
unfairness of life
Knocking mt heart
here and there
basically everywhere
Oh mt sweet, sweet
heart
Listen and find
God's soft, but strong
mellow voice
that will heal
the wounds made from life
So that you may gently breath again