HurtA Poem by SleepiePenguin
Hurt--
It doesn't disappear with the weather's despair, nor does it get swept and taken by the cold winds. The rain doesn't drench it, and have it dissolve like wet paper-- and the sun surely won't melt it with it's rays. You can keep it underground, but if you can't bury a past then this surely is no different. Everything returns to the surface, whether it is weathered bones or the cries of an empty heart. ~KB
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