There's a scar that no one sees.
Only I can feel it bleeding,
And only you know it's there.
We don't need to acknowledge it
That won't change the past
Looking at a wound never healed it anyways.
But,
If I say it's O.K., will that make you stay?
Can a lie push our problems out of the way?
If I say I forgive you, will that make the pain go away?
Can a simple lie salvage what's left of me anyways?
Can we turn back the clock to the days of innocence?
Or am I just spouting nonsense?
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What Writing Can Say That My Voice Alone Cannot: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I've written a long time ago as well as recently. They will include the themes of love and nature, as well as angst and sorrow. All credit for writing and artwork goes to me unless otherwise noted.
