**There are scars on my heart**
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**That time cannot unweave.**
**Once, I shaped each part,**
**Thread by thread, I believed.**
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** I wove a pattern, delicate and true—**
**But it unraveled.**
**Why did it come undone, too soon?**
**On this lonely road I’ve traveled.**
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** What was the purpose?**
**For these scars that mark my heart.**
**Left abandoned at the circus**
**Of promises...
“May I?”He murmured sweetly
Maybe so, I replied jokingly meekly
Mother will be watching, busy as ever
Making herself look bustling and clever
Man up, I teased and don’t be a sissy
Mother’s kind, but fathers tricky
Mind his size and move with care
Meet his eyes? Best beware
Marshmallow he is not be quick
Mean and fierce he won’t miss a trick
Make it fast if it’s a kiss you’re after
Mark my words...
The true nature, hidden behind a facade
Lured in by a convincing act of fraud
Beneath the surface
Self worth had faded
Controlled by affection, manipulated
It was a battle of survival
Tumbling like a leaf in a storm down a spiral
No empathy-no mistake
A deliberate act, no kindness fake
You were not loved
You were used.
Used discarded pulled apart
An empty shell a hollow heart
But the truth...
In the hush of the night I lay awake
Captive in this large shadowy lake
In the silence of this night
Beneath the moon so bright
The world around me sleeps in peace
As the dark night hours start to increase
Yet here I lie my mind not still
Is it too late to reach for a pill?
Time silently crawls
As I watch shadows dancing on the walls
The night is a canvas my thoughts the paint
Colouring emo...
Scars that run deeper than the ocean
Others only scratch the surface
But all are reminders of threads once broken
Of pain that genuinely hurt us
As we spin on this wheel of emotion
From fear to ecstasy, gloomy to despair
A place where the soul is woven
As threads once broken are now repaired
Fought through the storms but still unbroken
Moving forward despite what others say
Carrying wounds...
Tipping Points
My life is a never-ending story of choice—
Should I stay in this room,
where the walls press in like they know my thoughts,
or walk out, disappear into the street's blind chaos?
Do I tell him, with words that feel like stones,
or let him learn the hard way,
like watching a ship sink from the shore?
Will I hold on to that last word we shared
or leave it behind like a...
The Game of Hearts
One was just lust, one pure love
Both deemed important, yet neither enough
But only one fitted like a glove.
She was clever, a master of the game,
It didn’t matter who she'd push away,
She held them both, but never the same.
With a glance and a whisper, she'd cast her spell,
They were there any time she would call,
Each a captive in her carousel.
She'd push aside...
Is another thing entirely
In the worst possible way
Like ripples in a pond that have spread far beyond
By those you never expected
Listening to their feeble excuses
Hiding behind their smokescreens
Like mirages in the desert of indifference
Broken trust and dreams
The looks of pity and judgment
From being manipulated at will
Betrayal is overwhelming
Questioning the foundations of your wort...
Which way is the wind blowing
How is this wind showing
As it softly whispers in your ear
Talking about places far and near
Listen closely to the winds sweet song
Guiding your thoughts to where they belong
The wind changes its course
Shifting direction with such force
Natures ever changing ways
Seeing us through every day
Embrace the unpredictable flow
But beware of the gusts that blow
The win...