How is it there are so many heartless fakes?
Ever so eager to attack and nail you to a stake.
They lead you into dark places with cunning charm
hoping you don't catch on before they can harm.
I have witnessed such behavior, the proof is my
tear stained face, something they always saviour.
It amazes me the word love is uttered, yet never
embraced. I look into their eyes finding no trace
Yes my heart bare scars and yet I feel blessed. The
ill intended failed for you see love rests within me.
I rise brushing off the dirt from my mistaking.
finding my way back out of the dark more intack
and just in time, the sunrise was breathtaking
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