All things beautiful
Time cannot heal,
It only conceals
Those wounds gaping green,
Remain as brands of pain.
Each scar tells a tale
Of love, valour, and betrayal.
My glass, ashen eyes
Reflect my spiteful soul,
Crack'd from side to side
Shards of my brittle heart,
Embedded in my flesh,
Shattered so easily.
But then I learnt long ago,
So do all things beautiful
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