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You see the scars on her legs
Which she has cut so many times.
She tried and tried,
but couldn't cut them off.
If her little sister couldn't walk
then why should she be able to?
She cut and cut,
but not deep enough.
She couldn't cut them off
and her sister still can't walk.
You see the scars on her legs,
but she thinks she didn't try enough
Which she has cut so many times.
She tried and tried,
but couldn't cut them off.
If her little sister couldn't walk
then why should she be able to?
She cut and cut,
but not deep enough.
She couldn't cut them off
and her sister still can't walk.
You see the scars on her legs,
but she thinks she didn't try enough
Literature
Amends
They tell me you're dying,
when you're not etching poetry
into glass.
Words as fragile as the surface they're written on,
not nearly as transparent, though.
Dotted between the lines like Morse-code,
concealed in true poetic verse.
If you want to know a poet,
just fall and one will rise.
The ink flows deep within the lines,
we just have to die to find it.
I see your plead.
They tell me I should make amends,
only the forgiveness you seek
doesn't come from me.
That boy is gone,
and with him
any debt you owed.
Still if it helps ease your passing
I'll say the words.
Like writing a hot check;
it'll get you by for a minute,
but in th
Literature
I am a Poet
You ask me who I am , where did I come from
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My word
Literature
Look what he's done to you
Look what he's done to you,
Not at all fair to your little heart,
He took the heart of a little girl and smashed it.
Now nothing seems true,
You can't find a new start,
Nothing seems right, nothing seems to fit.
Hear me as I say you are more than this,
You can be more than he made you feel,
Your heart can beat once more.
There's nothing you should miss,
Because of the things he made you think were real,
His pleasure isn't what you were made for.
You can hear the music but can't sing,
The words you can't seem to say,
You can change it all.
You don't have to remain this broken thing,
The thing he made you be this day,
When all your world did
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really fascinating and well written
left me feeling sad, in a good way :/
left me feeling sad, in a good way :/