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I watch horrified
AS the old scar inside of me;
The one I chose to forget long ago,
The pain is so real,
I cry.
Once again,
Silently staring at nothing.

My tears wash away the dust inside.
The memories,
No longer so foggy,
Are thorns on a rose.
So impossibly beautiful,
But with needles constantly
So I cry,
Silently staring at nothing

The pain is everlasting;
This scar will never heal.
The thorns will always
Accompany my rose.
I realized this.
So now,
It is impossible
To pretend.
I am okay,
As I sit here
Silently staring at nothing,
And yet,

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Lexie96 said...
Nov. 2, 2011 at 7:24 pm

I really like this and I continue to love the metaphor of a thorn to a rose... good stuff.

Check out my stuff sometime?

pencilchick said...
Sept. 8, 2010 at 6:17 pm
This is good, especially for your first poem continue to write!!!!!
sunrise_faerie replied...
Sept. 11, 2010 at 1:02 pm
thank you : )
Niftygrrl said...
Aug. 13, 2010 at 1:24 am
I love this! Like words fail me right now! Care to read some of my stuff?
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