My hurt meter
My hurt meter
Carries the colours of the metro
My sobbing heart
My sorrow
But as you bend
To claim your rights
My fighting spirits
jumps into sight
I try to hold back
All the anguish
Of the past
Celebrate
The almost perfect;
Present........
Yet between you and me
The shadows of the past
Comes to loom large
Your eyes loose focus
I see your pains
You too can take it not
How this chasm
Will we cross?
Lets waters still
Come to pass
The china wear
Bears no crack
Yet its fragile inside
Is all broken
Your hesitant patience
Comes to end
Will the lord
Find us peace?
What stands between
Loose its grip?
milder mold our tempers
Which rockets
From the death wish
To the diamonds!
Come hold me closer
Till spilling tears
Ease my pains away
Till broken heart
With a gentler love
learns to live on......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
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