The wounds, dropped from the yesterday's pages
can be forgiven.
The blood from a teared heart from the yesterday's stories
can be forgiven.
The knife you left at the kitchen to kill my dreams
can be thrown anywhere.
It is not the wound, that hurts.
It is the scar of reality, that we can never be in the same terms.
I can forgive
I may forgive
But, the scars, are pressly marked at my heart.
Which cannot be
forgotten by the time.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
