Cuts and Bruises encase the body,
My minds telling me to stop, but my heart is silent,
Your the reason, these cuts can speak,
telling you I love you, telling you what I think,
Each cut tells my story... to bad they all tell about you...
Your my reason for such masochistic pleasures,
Watch me bleed out... there's nothing to say,
Just know the love I had for you hasn't gone away.
If it its truly gone. Then it time to go looking for it once again. To live without it can be lonely existence indeed my friend. This is what becomes a breaking of a new dawn. Excellent Poem By And Excellent Poet.
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I would like to translate this poem
Pls tel me wat dis poem is abt.i love it.