With the time passes
Every wound heals
Except stabs in my heart
That never ever cures...
Those cuts poison your blood
Hurt your pride and make scars
Let you go down; being anxious
Keeping doubts about yourself...
Love has done much more pain
Literally I miss old me again
My heart is broken; I am sick
Old me and Love both missing...
My scars may heal, but stabs won't
Each day passes and I'm alone
Wounds in my heart just gets new
The pain I bear is nothing new...
-Osh-
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PoetryPromise me not to cry after reading😔❤️ This work of poetry is only for those who have courage to read Broken Hearted poems... All the images are copied from Pinterest which are public and the respective owners own the copyrights.
