Scars will heal but where meant to bleed.
Did you ever really looked in my eyes?
Even I can’t find a spark of light.
With the eyes of a hunter, cold and heartless.
I seduce my prey with my warm smile, which people rarely see.
But when I’m done with them, there is nothing more left than a carcass.
I can hide forever, but what is that going to do?
I don’t want my life to miserable.
Some days, all I can bring is pain and I don’t even know why.
When just yesterday, all I could do was smile.
I broke it all and I’m put on the test,
Put your hand on me and feel this emptiness.
Only my head is filled up with lies from demons.
Would they be quiet with a kiss?
Old memories will always tear me apart.
New things may heal my wounds.
But they never really go away, because they always stay scars.
Reacties op ‘Scars will heal but where meant to bleed.’
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Nice poem :) But if there is something, you know how to find me ;)
Bi-proud-of-you - 03-08-2014 om 14:27
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Mooi geschreven! Xxlisanne
lisanne - 03-08-2014 om 17:57
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Soms is een litteken een teken van sterkte, een herinnering aan slechte tijden die we te boven zijn gekomen. Mooi geschreven.
Rudi Lejaeghere - 03-08-2014 om 19:28