When these old faces
Become new friends,
The pain from familiar strangers,
The ones who never made amends,
Will disappear like smoke;
And I'll watch these wounds mend.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
When these old faces
Become new friends,
The pain from familiar strangers,
The ones who never made amends,
Will disappear like smoke;
And I'll watch these wounds mend.
April 16, 2016 ~ one poem a day challenge
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