Dewald Viljoen - Ripped

I ripped myself out of your life
and I left the wounds open to bleed.
The blood seeped into the ink,
and the ink became the pain on the page.
I was empty before I met you
I was whole when I was with you
and then I let you go.

But you have read my heart
you saw the clockwork of my soul.
You came back and grew new roots
in the wound, where I got torn.

*: Thank you

Dewald Viljoen

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