cuts heal, but scars remain
tears leak from my eyes like forgotten rain
I was sorry then but I'm not right now
I'll sew this up, I just don't know how
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
permanent consequence
cuts heal, but scars remain
tears leak from my eyes like forgotten rain
I was sorry then but I'm not right now
I'll sew this up, I just don't know how
