Grinning scars of the wound,
carved in my flesh ,
Laughing long since the fall ,
By the edges of the crest,
not the burst of the rage,
nor the tears down the cheek ,
Little me down the curves
may not be what they seek ,
They are laughing they are yelling,
they are out to build a frame ,
Of the courage to let them laugh,
And moan out the pain,
From a old dent on the bump,
That's been smiling from a while ,
And trying to fade off the skin,
laughing a lopsided cry ,
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Grinning scars of the wound,
carved in my flesh ,
Laughing long since the fall ,
By the edges of the crest,
not the burst of the rage,
nor the tears down the cheek ,
Little me down the curves
may not be what they seek ,
They are laughing they are yelling,
they are out to build a frame ,
Of the courage to let them laugh,
And moan out the pain,
From a old dent on the bump,
That's been smiling from a while ,
And trying to fade off the skin,
laughing a lopsided cry ,
fresh wound always smiles with a grinn , the more it laughs the more pain to endure and then eventually it starts to fade . but as it fades it leaves a scar on the skin to remind us how we fall for it . it reminds us that we are strong enough to withsatnd them . the wound can be inside or on the skin but doesn't matters beacause it always leaves a scar . that's our scars only that makes us to grow .
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