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Wounds and bruises.
Thorns from roses.
Papers and inks,
Our love did not link.
Broken promises.
Unexpected surprises.
Expressions of blue.
Leaving without clues.
You're that code I couldn't crack,
Even if the sky turns black.
Broken and lost.
While you're all cheers and toasts.
Hums of sad songs.
In the rain, I stood for long.
Smiling with tears in my eyes.
Numb from your stupid lies.
Can needles and threads stitch a glass from afar?
Can a scar disappear and no scar from a wound?
While you're happy, I'm stitching scars,
To leave no traces of you that I once was a fond.
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YOU ARE READING
HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
