Tangled in Sorrow
Aditi RaiMaking a wish with all hope,But why am I just left tied with a rope? The scars on my body are getting darker and darker,Trying to hide the red from my body is getting harder andharder. Love of years dripping out with my blood,The eyes that used to shine are all in flood. Everything I prayed for and more,Has now turned sore. Thinking I’ll be fine,but the justice was never min. I believe flowers grow in the saddest part of me,As I’ll never be able to see...
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Making a wish with all hope,
But why am I just left tied with a rope?
The scars on my body are getting darker and darker,
Trying to hide the red from my body is getting harder and
harder.
Love of years dripping out with my blood,
The eyes that used to shine are all in flood.
Everything I prayed for and more,
Has now turned sore.
Thinking I’ll be fine,
but the justice was never min.
I believe flowers grow in the saddest part of me,
As I’ll never be able to see
