My once fresh wounds
Have now turned to scars
They're all over my body
Reminding me of my dreaded past
As time passes by
The pain goes away
The dead skin withers
But they scars they still remain
The scars weaken my skin
As it stretches it tears
The pain reappears
Its just too much to bear
The pain lingers
Though the bleeding has stopped
Not my body alone
But my soul too lies scarred
-----The Reaper
2 comments:
why don't you go to lonavla or somwhere for a trip and just chill for a while. try to catch a buttterfly, build a paper boat, drink some chilled roohafza... you know... you actually might write something worth reading.
hmmmmn y dont u just read wats written here n try to even fathom if ur intellect is as close or even in the same plane as mine n learn to mind your own business. U seem to be retarded for havin no other work but to build paper boats n drink roohafza and stuff. do somethin dat if not pepel then atleast u can make sense of ...thnx for the stupid n lame attempt at tryin to leave a sensible comment anyways
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