by Chance Motta

Created on: March 15, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

My heart beats black it seems
From a baby death was seen
Emotions turn to nothing
To staring at a wall

Passions have come and gone
Some remain, some strong
Music's come and stayed
Beats true within my veins

Obsessions came, one I thought as love
A heart was torn, shredded and destroyed
True happy ness I thought it was
In tell I found the eyes

My arm remains in scars
My heart remains in shards
Still, deep strength remains
For one whose learned to love

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