We the uncarved Blocks
We the uncarved blocks
to be molded by life
Scarred through experience
STABBED in the heart by affairs of love that did not last
Past reminders of hope torn
assunder I hide
Chest hugged knees and silen..
Stolen pride is not readily replaced
Words stolen which I cannot use again
This hearty price of LOVE
Still the tearing at my skin continues
Harsh deceits by one who used to call us friends
Still scratch and scrape they try to prise an opening to crawl beneath to burrow in they bleed vigour from my soul
drain blood from my ❣️
We are CaRVe~d blocKs