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Black-Heartedness
by Jersey D GibsonGod, help me please,
I'm on my knees;
I've been tripped by love.
There's nothing left to say,
I don't want to stay;
there's nothing here to trust.
My direction has been lost,
my broken heart the cost;
your love was just a ruse.
Now that it is true,
I've walked out on you;
I won't allow me to be used.
The black-heartedness,
that lies in your chest,
beats for all to see.
You stumbled, now you fall,
do you think I've got the gall;
to point and laugh with glee? 04/20/2003 Posted on 04/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 04/22/03 at 01:14 AM enthralling Jersey, i love your writing. i miss talking to you as much as we did. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 04/23/03 at 04:58 PM great job, love the flow of this. Excellent work as always! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/24/03 at 10:26 AM I agree with the rest. Loevely flowing! Great read Jersey! |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 04/25/03 at 01:39 AM that's the sweet taste of vengence on paper! Kickass! |
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