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No One Loves Scars
Bashful heeding
broken antique hearts
I've held the ache
for far too long...
Damn you,
tainted stars
you slain me
you bled me sober,
thirsty
chilled to the bone
with anger,
"whose gonna love me, scared?"
broken antique hearts
I've held the ache
for far too long...
Damn you,
tainted stars
you slain me
you bled me sober,
thirsty
chilled to the bone
with anger,
"whose gonna love me, scared?"
Published 15th Sep 2011
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15th Sep 2011 2:22am
I really like the shortness of this actually. The way you set it up worked perfect too. Very very good!
15th Sep 2011 2:38am
17th Sep 2011 00:48am
this poem was actually written for my cousin in which she was recently admitted to a hospital/detention home for her behavior. I just wanted to show her that I love her for her scars and all :)
thank you for the lovely comments <3
thank you for the lovely comments <3
