Wounded
- hashtagkalakar
- Aug 31, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 22, 2024
By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
Scars so deep,
Every night did she weep.
Blades in her hand,
No scar was covered up with a band.
She let those wounds bleed,
Just like he let her heart bleed.
Left in the bottle are drugs,
just some,
Awaiting for the ultimate end to come.
By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
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The elegance and grace of your poetry are a reflection of your profound understanding of the human experience.
Your poem is a heartfelt expression of the beauty and depth of the human spirit, leaving us inspired and uplifted.