I was his soul provider, His money maker When I made none Or little, He said I warranted pulsations He said I needed a scar And walked away Leaving a scar in my heart Right where blood flows for romance.

Scars fully aware but not me Tattoos in my soul but not on my skin Scribbles in my heart and always written Wisdom aware and always made use of Stories always told and always heard Proverbs known and used to live Lessons learned with will to never repeat Growing each day as one day at... Continue Reading →

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