Thank you for opening the scar
I've been struggling to close it, chasing stars
Said I've stooped so low
But I see you're too far, down below
Pain, do you know what it's like
It aims deep within, for a lucky strike
And of course you hold back your tears
For I know you run for fears
Maturity, do you really know what it's like
For I see you never act so right
Let me tell you, little one
You have yet to learn things under the sun
Mí amigo, "I lied" Miriam said
Now I tell you the scar never bled
How come I've stooped so low
I can't even see your face for you're still so far down below.
10/22/16
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
