Passion Heart, Blood
The tears she had cried,
The passion in her heart,
The blindness in me;
I paid through my blood.
Stupid mind was mine,
Spirited soul she had:
Holding on to the nothing I had become,
I should have seen the strength of her love.
Came home drenched in booze:
My mind stank of blinkered wishes,
She lived my wishes with me,
Took her for what she was not;
What I wasn't was me.
Life was pricking me more,
She took my pain for hers:
Her focus on a brighter change,
I was stuck in my stupid past,
Took her for what she was not.
Harsh words became my game,
Scar her heart is all I did;
She could not take it any more
She gave me reason for change.
I was all to blame,
Thought I existed alone,
There was nothing beyond me:
With this scar on my face,
Her tattoo is etched in my heart.
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