scrambling through our heart
we find pieces here and there
all scattered but undisturbed;
faded but unforgotten.
the wounds might have healed ages ago,
but the scars? they still remain.
and everytime they peep out into the daylight,
we go around trying to hide the pain.
because wounds heal with time.
scars too might fade in time.
but the soul carries the hurt forever.
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Poezjahere's something dedicated to the poetry world, im no where near to even good in this field and also i am trying to nurture this! with which i hope you guys enjoy it out here. reviews would be appreciated. 🕊♥️