What shall I do from here on,
When I know I've got no chance to get back on?
I can only watch from a distance, beyond,
To see as you fade away, and then gone.
It only makes me want to cry,
Till I am empty and dry.
All I've ever wanted was to attempt a try,
But I am afraid of falling when I fly.
Do you know how much I wished you could look me in the eye,
To read it like a book opened in the sky?
Having the knowledge that I think I will fail when I try,
I am scared, in the end, you would say goodbye.
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The Perfect Scar
PoetryGreat experiences leave a lasting taste of wisdom, and a taste of greatness leaves a scar of power. All in all, a witness of truth sets free the soul. What better way is there to lay bare the PERFECT SCAR than words of a lifetime? • • • Every single...
