ThePoetsExpression

Hurt,

ThePoetsExpression,

Based inside a little town, the state of Virginia,

Hurt.

Divorce papers left biologicals departing.

Obstacles of this meant custody was appalling.

Each parent lived far as away can be, many states in between you see.

Leaving brothers in dilemmas, moving constantly.

Many different houses, constant new locations.

Actually thoughts became, this must of been normal.

Soon as we were comfortable,

Then we had to leave,

Yet to catch yes, another chain of planes.

One place, we didn't quite yet depart.

It's beautiful,

I hold it here, next to this beating heart.

Hurt.

ThePoetsExpression embarks.

Raging creations, little tastes of art.

A place of raw emotion, right or wrong you are.

Releasing demons, that slowly rip apart.

It was growing up, finding place in thoughts, moving was always hard.

ThePoetsExpression

Hurt

They're now chopping down trees.

Watching the eagles fly.

Corruption in government, building plastic corporation.

Disguising Americas lies.

Covering deaths of slaves and native tribes.

Hurt, lives inside Virginia.

I'll try anything saving truth.

Yet confessing, you're not the home of mine..

Because you know, tends to go with the wind.

ThePoetsExpression moves flowing like a river.