Friday, November 1, 2013

When Words Hit

It came like,
A poisonous arrow;
And struck me,
When i had no shield
To borrow.

It pierced in the
Soft corner;
I bleeded,
Not coz of pain,
But sorrow.

But when I now
Look at it,
My wound will
Definitely heal;
Let me tell you though,
For me, you mean no more.


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