You escort my heart out
From under me
Massaging and loving
Persuading and wooing
Charming and convincing
Subtlety turning
Toward cowardly convictions
Flatlining the beat you set in motion
Placing it on the pavement
While you disappear
Just for a minute…
Dear…
Seasons pass then reappear
My heart long succumbed
To your dead cold air
Another burnt strand of hair
Another scratch against the mirror
Lest you uncover your ear
Detecting my heart alive and vulnerable
These are the wounds
That etch me into a souldier
Souldier Girl 
Beautifully painful…only a scarred heart can understand and you SG, delivered a most eloquent poem.
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Thank you ax 💛
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Love this, so raw…these are the wounds that etch me into a souldier
Yes that’s well put!
xx Paris
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Aw Paris! Thank you so much. I get giddy when you come round 😉
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I feel the same 😘
Hugs to you
Xx Paris
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