The wound turned
Into faded scars,
But yet held the same pain,
From when the bluster
Of your denial
Had hurt the
Unhealed,
Falsely mended,
Already manifolds wrecked,
My Heart.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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