02-15-2014, 04:57 AM
Each time the glint catches the eye;
a single blade silver and dry.
A rhythm deep on the inside
beating loud and concealing cries.
Metal winks again and again.
For peace of mind, the skin turns red.
Masked by a laugh so full and pure,
the rapids of emotions soar.
Forgotten freedom locked up, chained.
During weakness, the sadness reigned.
It’s lucky though, to have a friend
hoping to help temptation end.
Some comfort radiates between
bodies, with eyes glaring so keen.
Two hands clasped with the fingers tied,
never concealing when they lied.
A gentle touch and whispered cry
offers insight to answer why.
Remember, words can only sting
a wound left open from past pain,
bruises created from a hand
make better conversations, and
the scars that once sounded alarms
are stories tattooed on our arms.
a single blade silver and dry.
A rhythm deep on the inside
beating loud and concealing cries.
Metal winks again and again.
For peace of mind, the skin turns red.
Masked by a laugh so full and pure,
the rapids of emotions soar.
Forgotten freedom locked up, chained.
During weakness, the sadness reigned.
It’s lucky though, to have a friend
hoping to help temptation end.
Some comfort radiates between
bodies, with eyes glaring so keen.
Two hands clasped with the fingers tied,
never concealing when they lied.
A gentle touch and whispered cry
offers insight to answer why.
Remember, words can only sting
a wound left open from past pain,
bruises created from a hand
make better conversations, and
the scars that once sounded alarms
are stories tattooed on our arms.