a tortured version of peace

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old memories like old wallpaper 
peeling off the wall's 
leaving behind a textured pattern 
reminiscent of the scars left 
from the words said in anger
that cut deeper than bone leaving my soul
bleeding slowly healing while living in
a tortured version of peace

I sit late at night thinking
thinking about all the things we did wrong
to each other
I journey along the path paved with broken
promises made in good intention 
but you know what they say about the road to hell
it's paved right up to the gates with good intentions

what could of been done to change it all ?
was it me ?
was it her ?
was it once again just my fate ?
will anyone ever truly know ?

that's why I sit late at night broken hearted
thinking with my soul bleeding 
slowly healing 
while living in a tortured version of peace

~ D Donner ~

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