Where does it hurt the most?
In the depths of the heart.
Sealed it with the thick puddle of a concoction,
And a patch of cloth.
With a unwinding thought,
Let the world not see the wound!
My mother says it would heal,
And days pass by to reveal just a brown latch of time.
Days have winded away,
Giving an unscathed way,
I peeled off the band-aid and it still hurts,
It’s all flesh, Red and lame!
Where does it hurt the most?
Still in the depths of the heart!
