Thursday, September 29, 2016

Treacherous Scars

there are wounds on my heart, love,
because you put them there.
you saw the way my eyes glistened,
how they shone with hope.
but you let me keep falling
and didn't reach out to help.
you broke my heart, love,
your flawless features wounded me.
if love is a war,
these battle scars are treacherous
because they remind me of you.

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