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Gangothrii Jan 2021
Some lines that etches the happiness at heart,
Some left scars of pretence on our part,
They cracked the creases we called our smiles,
Look closer to see the tremors they hide.

Masks many wore tend to come adrift,
The pain we bore brought solace no swift.
Tears unshed clung to lashes with might,
Dare not fall, for there's left no fight.
For the rainbows that are birthed from the heavy storms, hurricanes and the floods we endure in our lives are beautiful scars
that serve as a reminder that we were created for a greater purpose,
and that the pain from our torn and bleeding hearts
is what makes us triumphant and worthy.

The scorched, the damaged, the wounded, and the broken are indeed the most purest of souls.
blackbiird Apr 2019
Invisible hearts hide the most pain
and visible hearts bleed the most in
front of a crowd of by-passers who can’t
see their blood pouring out.
Instead, their beating hearts become bleeding hearts thirsting for life, hoping for someone to give it.
Ito Mar 2014
Galvanized hearts make up my past,
I wandered through perils that passed,
only found dread and despair.
This is my lair,
one of lonely existence.

Care to join on my endless quest of misery?
There's room enough for two!
None will pull the trigger,
to find the barrel empty...
Alas the days wane empty like me.

— The End —