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Some lines can never be crossed.
Some wounds, never be patched.
They say – time heals wounds,
Will it heal breaks?
Will it fix the broken cracks
deep in the heart
and soul?
I wait for the magic,
Time and again, but
The magic always fail for me,
leaving my broken heart,
Still fractured.
Still bleeding,
with the color of pain.

© Ada

3 thoughts on “Time and Again”

  1. I absolutely loved this poem and message. “Still bleeding, with the color of pain.” Awesome line and tremendous way to end this piece. Some wounds never heal properly. Sadly, there are people who carry love wounds for the rest of their lives. I am so happy I found your blog. Take care.

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