There was a girl,
With a scar on her hand
Her hair had a slight curl,
And colour as golden as sand
Behind the scar was a story,
Of a bump in her memory lane
It was a memory of an old glory,
That ended with severe pain
The scar was on her hand but actually,
Its source was deep inside
Deep, and as effective as it could ever be
Deep, yet incredibly hard to hide
She showed no sign of defeat;
Neither anger nor sorrow
Her heart wasn't his to complete
Nor was his to borrow
That scar was a gift from him
To mark that she was his
To mark his newest whim
The scar...what is this?
It's a paper cut, drops of blood
From a valentine's day card
A paper cut caused endless tears; a flood
Not just broken, it left her scarred
Yet, her hair is still as golden
Her smile is still as wide
She's broken yet still holding,
To that precious gift that is her pride
-Nada Mawsouf
A/N: Special thanks to my favorite poet on this planet, Nada (@NadaMawsouf) for allowing me to post her poem here. Just like her set of poems, School of life, here on wattpad, this one is absolutely beautiful and no words can describe how much i love them and how proud i am of her. As soon as i read this one, it reminded me of this story.
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