That Gift

Sat, 10/04/2014 - 18:19 -- Chapps

When there are veils

They cover our spirit

When we are hidden 

No one can hear it

 

When there are veils 

They cover my soul

I am hidden 

And loosing control

 

These are the veils

That hide my life

Stricken down 

Bleeding I fight

 

The past remains

A scar of sorts

To she the gift

That she contorts

 

The past remains 

Which I have hidden

To she the gift

Wrongfully given

 

You deserve that gift

I've wrongfully given

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