Scars

ha

 

She always loved,
The loud scars, imperfections,
In people, in herself,
Thought it ties the tales.
Stronger forever.


Started to immerse,
Her unversed heart,
So in the dark, she,
filled it with evil,
Left no place,
For obscure affairs.


She knew,
as she stared,
Across the black void.
The wrong in her,
and others in her world.
Vague, indifferent.


A thought,
In disguise,
Tiptoed, into her
ever-reigning psyche.
Rustled to lose control.

Fairy tale for the night


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A long walk
Down the shore,
Bright sun
Lonely crowd.


Watching our shadow
Moving along side,
Your hand in mine
Distant yet loud.


Collecting stones
Coloured brown,
Thoughts
Dipped in sand.


Flying birds
Watch us move,
Circling
High above the land.


Rest our bodies
Against the rock,
Now we
Move our eyes.


Sun starts
Swaying away,
Whispering
Sweet old lies.