{incandescence: light formed by high temperatures}
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the liquid,
soaking in.
quite like words
that cut deep
inside and
blemish your now
not-so-perfect heart.
it sinks and spreads,
and leaves its mark.
the pain and embarrassment,
not completely gone.
every time you look
at that one person
who made one part of your
inner strength
weak.
the numbness
and the instant pain
as the scar
begins to open again
and bleed profoundly,
as you unknowingly pick it again,
over and over.
the sponge starts to heal,
and the liquid
is eventually squeezed out.
but some parts,
remain deep inside,
the words
never to be
removed.
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i guess i'm proud of this one. would greatly appreciate if you commented/voted. don't be a silent reader! hehe.
- senuri 💗
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Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
