The journey has
come to an end.
Where some wounds
do not intend
to mend.
They shriek open
like gaping jaws ,
They ache and
anguishly gnaws.
Some tears
had been wiped
out clear ,
Her soul had grown
stronger and known
no fear.
She stood like a warrior
in a gown filled with gems
and frills.
She smiled and concealed her
wounds,
As if she was demure enough to
kill monsters at midnight.
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Words Left Unspoken
PoetryFeelings, emotions and thoughts running in my mind; imagining things would be fine. Love, hate, forgiveness and pain; are the perfect things to be found inside this book of words left unspoken. ------------- A copyright @pikachooseme All rights res...
