I was a racketeer in the race of love
Quitting was not a plan because of my quixotic nature
My heart was left wounded,re vined cause he ragged me
with his love,lies,deception,false hopes,empty promises
He is a raider,He ravished my heart............................
I draw a tin line between love and hate
He is the past i would die to forget,He was once the reason to live another day
He gave me so much but took one thing that meant so much to me my soul
He was my morning star now a scar i pray to heal
From the edge of my eyes to depth of my heart he was the one.
I was ready to write a 2ND bible of love
Now I'm ready to write a dictionary of hate.
Am no poet so I'm lost for words as scuffle with tears i say this is my wounded heart
