His eyes reflected pain
His bruises covered by sleeves
No tears shed, he had his walls guarded
He said he was strong but was he?
Her eyes mirrored his
Her scar unhealed
Cry of her heart, unheard
She had her walls built so high
She said she was okay but was she?
Two perfect strangers
Two broken souls
Two crossed the path.
They were a mess,
A beautiful mess!
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Thoughts
Poetry"Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air." - Carl Sandburg
