Scars
Imprints of pain,
Some physical, some mental
You feel insane
Feel your heart,
Is it pumping blood...
Or breaking apart?
Stitches can't fix that
So what can?
Time
Time heals all
Starts to heal
Then it falls.
Your heart's been squeezed,
Making the stitches seethe,
Blood pours through
Holes coming loose
You've got a hole in your heart
But a fiery soul,
Run the kindness through it,
Just a scar, that's all.
(Original)
Hiya. I wrote this one a while ago, so it's a bit....bad. But it was quite a long time ago, a year maybe? Hope you liked it. I'm updating a lot.
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PoetryPoems I write in my notebook. They aren't brilliant but they're not bad either, hope you like them. Sneak peek: "Blood dripping from a Rose, Is like seeing an angel cry, It's unholy, never to be seen, It's heart has bled dry." All original, no copy...
