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"People
don't care how much you know
until they know how much you care."
John Maxwell |
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Scars
Can you count my scars?
I have five, all trials of love
This is the oldest
My first, my deepest,
Left by one who shared my life
But sadly despised half my heart
This is the second
Blade lingering way too long
Wounded still, plagued by her sight
Letting her go was never right
This is the third
Reminded me most of my first
A small moment is all we had
Something to reminisce back
This is the fourth
Nothing major, just a face
Cruel fate played us that day
Three times stumbling into each other
This is my fifth
The freshest of the lot
Thought she was closest to healing my soul
But left just like that 'cos of her O's
Can you count my scars
Cloaking my broken heart?
Can you feel my longing and my anguish
As I wait for one to heal my soul
The one who can find me
In the deepest abyss of thy shadow
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