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Her Scars

Her Scars

Her eyes always used to ask me,

“Why not me”?

Is it because i am not beautiful?

Or this world doesn’t know how to loves the

girls with scars?

Always leaving me speechless.

Everytime i wanted to explain to her that,

Yes! It was her scars which scared me, i

couldn’t.

Because

It was these scars i never wanted to turn into

wounds,

It was these scars which made me realise that i

was not the one who could cherish her

immense beauty.

Maybe yes it was these scars,

Which stopped me from ruining her.

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25 thoughts on “Her Scars

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  2. Lovely post. Keep up the good writing. BTW why are my comments not going through? Yesterday u asked me some questions I was trying to answer but my comments were not being posted. Only one comment is being allowed on every post. Maybe check your settings. Anyways, keep up the good work!! 🙂

  3. Beautiful honest words, so well-written, tender and heart-felt. It touched me. Love these lines which I feel give the special climax of emotional intensity to your poem: “Yes! It was her scars which scared me, i/ couldn’t./ Because/ It was these scars i never wanted to turn into/ wounds,”.Yes, we are all scarred after the wounds have healed. Our bodies and souls are made up of scarred landscapes. Very human. Loved it! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog. I really appreciate this!

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