sophie n./snxy`
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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
struggling poet.
some people drink themselves to oblivion, i choose to write.
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4/09/2008 10:13:00 pm, Wednesday, April 09, 2008
it shouldn't sting, i know it shouldn't.
the scars remain, but the wound is healed,
it ought to be by now.
every day is a new one,
memories take their turn,
and then to the past they usually return.
her lies also serve to hide,
perhaps what she thinks is real.
or maybe all that she doesn't know for sure.
but she doesn't know,
miles away, it stings.
scratching at the scars,
digging for the wound beneath.
she doesn't know,
how her story of love and woe
flies beyond air and sea
and hits me deep in the soul.
she doesn't know,
how it stings,
like a needle through my skin.
i cannot breathe.
and briefly the triangle re-appears.
but it shouldn't sting,
no, not anymore.
it won't sting like before.