Scars

Yesterday was different,
I had hope,
Of a better life and a complete me.
Today has changed it.
Things remain the same,
Its the same old me and the same old pain.
Yesterday I dreamt of a pursuing a dream,
Driving a car or letting out a scream.
My heart pounds giddily,
It cannot hold the weight,
Of the unshared pain and scars that cut through veins.
Tonight I wish to curl by your feet,
Ask you to run your fingers through my unruly hair.
Untangle the knots, let my hair flow,
Heal my scars let me live.

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  1. The Student30 August 2007 at 23:49

    Why have the words so nice from sigmund fried dried?

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