The Battle Poem by Nathalie White
The Battle
his lovely words spin around inside my head
i sigh, for i am content
dizy with love, never noticing the change
my knees slam into the ground with the force of my pain
while i grope the ground scrounging for the broken bits of my heart
my head is aching
my heart is not healing
my head screams for revenge
my heart just longs for his touch
this battle between them...
will kill me yet
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