It cuts deep.
to know your motives.
hidden in vast memories
you know within.
Fooling one's self
for once not to care.
but everyone sees
your wear and tear.
to the teardrops falling
the wounds you wished to heal.
agony is in the spirit
a love lost, he fears.
to the burst of emotions,
the hands of time you can't reverse.
people will always give you
advises you cannot seem to hear.
You finish your day
waiting for another tomorrow.
scars that time cannot heal
happiness you tend to borrow
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
It cuts deep.
to know your motives.
hidden in vast memories
you know within.
Fooling one's self
for once not to care.
but everyone sees
your wear and tear.
to the teardrops falling
the wounds you wished to heal.
agony is in the spirit
a love lost, he fears.
to the burst of emotions,
the hands of time you can't reverse.
people will always give you
advises you cannot seem to hear.
You finish your day
waiting for another tomorrow.
scars that time cannot heal
happiness you tend to borrow
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