Hurt Heart and Broken Soul Hidden self/Truth By Tim Hogan

By they no one to hold thee

Why dose lonely wrap its arms around me?

Hurt heart and broken soul.

You see me,only part of me.

You see the smirks and grins.

You see the inner child running rampant

You don't see the nervous glances or fidgets

You don't see the hugs I give myself or the blood tears I cry.

You don't see that which is hidden away.

I'll never let you see my broken wings,my bleeding heart or my crushed soul.

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