I left my heart out on the floor--And you stepped on it.
You don't love me anymore--
Now, there's regret on it.
The pain and suffering--
Has neglect on it.
The pills and potions--
Have no effect on it.
I reflect on it.
But Jesus loves me--
So, I try not to fret on it.
Things always get better--
So, I won't sweat on it.
LaTasha B.
© 2017
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