I've never hurt him,
The same from him to me;
But maybe we've hurt each other,
Whatever the wound may be.
Not physical or mentally,
But deep in each our hearts;
A secret we've both kept—
Still growing ourselves apart.
Not knowing how to heal ourselves,
Much less to heal each other,
We wait for the moment
When we unite in each another.
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Some of My More Random Thoughts
PoetryWith this, I wanted to take a simple idea, some little word or phrase perhaps, and turn that thought into something with beauty and meaning. It doesn't always rhyme but sometimes, it doesn't have to. It's the words themselves that carry the weight.
