He's my portion
No one else can fill
This place this hole
Where my tears don't cease
Where my heart is bruised
He's my portion
No one else can cover
This place this hole
Where the wind is cold
Where the cover is torn
He's my portion
No one else can hear
This place this hole
Where my echo is loud
Where my moans are unheard
He's my portion
No one else can see
This place this hole
Where the gauze is soaked
Where my wounds have stained
He's my portion
No one else knows
This place this hole
Where my secrets lie
Where I whisper prayers
He's my portion
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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