By Verloren

Makeup covers up the scars,
But my heart - is left charred.
People ask how they can help,
Its too late, the cards been delt.
Where were you when he prevailed,
Has our love grown cold --- stale?
Now I'm so high on misery,
And in this pit you've left me.
He thought he left without a trace,
But memories I can't erase.
The pain I feel hasn't passed,
And this cut wont be the last.

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Copyright 2012 Verloren
Published on Thursday, July 12, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Hands_Around_My_Throat On Saturday, July 14, 2012, Hands_Around_My_Throat (78)By person wrote:

    Some scars can't be seen, and often times- they last the longest. I like the rhythm and the flow of the piece. A new twist on a woefully common tale. Write on!

  • dwells On Saturday, July 14, 2012, dwells (5719)By person wrote:

    Good technical piece of artistry, much enjoyed this all too common tale, well told, thanks.

  • Nehema On Friday, July 13, 2012, Nehema (1302)By person wrote:

    Great representation of the emotion following a break up. I'm sure most of us have been here. Thanks for sharing, keep writing ;) - XXOO Scholar

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