One for the crying
One for the pain.
One for your lying
And the last one in rage.
These are the scars on me.
Scars for the times
That you've made me cry.
Scars from the pain
That I always feel.
Scars from the lies
You throw in my face.
And scars from the rage
hidden inside.
These are the scars on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Succinct yet very compendious write...Straight-forward expression here from onset to closeout which makes for good reading and good poetry...Well Done ~FjR~