Wounded Souls Create Broken Hearts

Don't tell me you love me.

I won't say it back.

Don't show me your tears.

I won't give you mine.

Don't open your heart for me.

I won't notice if your sincere.

Don't trust me with your soul.

Daddy took mine years ago.

So, you see, it's not worth caring for me.

I will let you fall and walk away when you bleed.

My smile may have fooled you, but you'll soon realize that I'm just a bad seed.

 

 

 

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