Wounds that scab, but will not heal.

A broken heart once healed,
will never be the same.
Don't take things as they come,
but take it as a game.

To find a hurt once lost,
is to look beneath the skin.
To etch it very deep,
is to throw it to the wind.

Listless as you sleep,
the truth will haunt you still.
It wakes you in your dreams,
For now it always will.

poem by Mandy LeeReport problemRelated quotes
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