Bruised, I Still Wait


Recycled by shame I grew trapped in my chain,
Away in my closet clothed with uncertainties.
Draped with chest wounds and hampered by aching limbs,
But I’d still give myself up to you when you came along.

Bruised to show my struggle’s pain,
Ripped apart to valuate the extent of my claim,
Famed by falsehood forever driven to hide,
In my skin remains truth but my heart is bound to lie.

Swept by the…

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