Does it hurt?
A mystery it is that once was but now forever lost.
Losing the sight of what was silver and what was gold.
Never can the adjust be pulled into a straight line just ever so curved.
The blade not only deeper but cutting the life into pieces that once was.
The innocence forever goes into the mist but never looks back.
It may happen once but again and again.
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Author's Note:
I know it's a bit short, but that's my feelings are for today. Thank you.
-Alittlebit_Lizard
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Anthology: My True colors and just Life
PoetryThese porms express what I experience or I am inspired to write them. It all depends on the day. If you don't want to read them, then don't. I won't blame you for not liking them.
