scars will disappear
but reappear as time goes on
bruises will gradually fade
but they will always find a way back onto your skin
it displays in blues and blacks
as crimson liquid runs down your bare arms
drip drip drip
whack whack whack
one cut two cuts three cuts
one bruise two bruises three bruises
but life goes on
but you can always make that on...
off
YOU ARE READING
echoes
Poetry" thoughts which echo but are never spoken " all these poems are written by me and only me >> please do not copy and claim them as your own
