Are difficult to heal
But what are the odds
that another arms
can heal what others did harm?
It's like your mind was Vietnam
and his eyes were a bomb
Now you're calm
cause you feel
and you know how to deal
With the scars of the reality.
And these other arms won't trick you again
They will just caress your scars
Cause you'll have learned the beauty of them
Scars are souvenirs of your life
That stop burning when the fire
Of the emotional pain that they caused
Disappears.
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Safe Place
PoetryEspañol/English Estos poemas son mi escapatoria, mi forma de evadir mis pensamientos y de encontrarlos. Son dolor pero a la vez son la ayuda que necesito. Son mi lugar seguro. Y si estas pasando por algo que desearías poder olvidar por unos segundo...
