Torn

My heart is history,

You are a mystery,

Tales I can’t believe,

Are yours only I can,

Dear in my own hands,

Darling dear the kids are in ours hands,

Our souls yet divided.

Unity only to seek peace,

Don’t forsake the dream I have of us,

I believe if its not for you,

Then where is us?,

I wish we had more time to think,

But then again torn is written in black ink.

~Rajah Dah Bass.

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