SCRATCHED THE SAME WOUNDS - Poetry
SCRATCHED THE SAME WOUNDS
When the leaves of love abound, how peaceful the days are traced, always taking shelter under its shade makes the mood cool. It's so comfortable to be colored by the various colors of flowers that are blooming like in a dream garden
Time continues to change, the tranquility gradually leaves, one by one the leaves fall, turning into a deep feeling of disappointment, emptiness returns to fill the heart. The beautiful rainbow colors slowly fade after the rain
In the embrace of emotion it feels so stifling in the chest, clear tears fall in streaks at the corner of the eye, no longer able to hold back the pain of the wound that is gaping again.
Now, trying to quell anger contemplating in deep sadness
deeply that all the sweet promises made are lies maybe, it's time to leave all the stories that can never reach happiness
Thanksyou for reading.
This is the deepest part of this poem.
Looking back at all the promises made by someone will love only to find that it was all built on lies, how painful that can be.