If I were licensed to kill,
it should be that very one that lies about how she feels.
But the battle is between my mind and my whilms
The laws and the my heart trying to settle this spree
Just a while ago, I learnt of how to heal
When I learnt to walk away
There were songs I couldn't play
I used to be the poet
Today, I chose to be the poem
©penlord
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