Dancing With Scars

by Feels Like Ecstacy   Jan 4, 2008


Manifested dreams.
Hopeless second chances.
Blood-soaked jeans.
By herself she dances.

Knife on the left.
Door on the right.
Locked into place,
Out of mind, out of sight.

Down she races,
Another breath was scored.
Alone it graces
Last scar she board.

Hopeless resurrection.
She dances in her room.
The knife brings patches.
It will all be better soon.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Frozen hearT

    Hey great poem...... a good one worth reading i like it...... amazing........=)

  • 16 years ago

    by My Mistakes

    Wow, i really like this poem

  • 16 years ago

    by REESEY

    I CANT HELP BUT LOOK AT THIS POEM OVER AND OVER ITS VERY POWERFUL BUT YET BEAUTIFUL

  • 16 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    A very simple, yet very direct and powerful poem. I liked the way you worded it and it wasn't forced at all. The emotions were displayed really well even though it was a short poem. Great Work.

    Greta xx

  • 16 years ago

    by desiring love

    Good!

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