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Scars on my soul
I wasn't always this sad, This cold and grey.
I used to be happy, and bright.
But then I met a boy, and he took it all away.
I used to smile, and stand outside, arms wide open.
I'd wait for the sun to rise, for her to envelop me into her warmth.
And then afterwards ; Everything got so cold.
I don't go outside anymore, And I don't reach for the suns warmth,
I lie awake at night, pleading with my burning eyes.
I wasn't always this way, I used to be whole.
But then he broke me, And he scarred my soul.
I used to be happy, and bright.
But then I met a boy, and he took it all away.
I used to smile, and stand outside, arms wide open.
I'd wait for the sun to rise, for her to envelop me into her warmth.
And then afterwards ; Everything got so cold.
I don't go outside anymore, And I don't reach for the suns warmth,
I lie awake at night, pleading with my burning eyes.
I wasn't always this way, I used to be whole.
But then he broke me, And he scarred my soul.
Published 29th Sep 2019
| Edited 30th Sep 2019
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29th Sep 2019 2:03pm
Dudes are good at that. Leaving holes in ones soul.
I can relate.
They heal and the sun will warm again.
Keep writing. I dig it.
I can relate.
They heal and the sun will warm again.
Keep writing. I dig it.
29th Sep 2019 11:16pm
Nice syllabic harmony. The continuity throughout the stanzas is solid. I would like to see a bit more dimension than a singular diatribe, perhaps letting the way you describe the room tell the reader how you are feeling or some snatches of memory, time shared with the person you are speaking about, to make the write an intimate journey.
