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the fire
that comes
from words
you speak
in anger
when upset
at me
don’t hurt
but cut.
the scars
live on
as trophies
of love
once lived.

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Written by burrben

March 2, 2011 at 3:31 pm

Posted in poetry

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8 Responses

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  1. well expressed feelings of wounds.
    thanks for sharing…

    join us if you wish.
    Happy Thursday.

  2. I guess those cuts can be seen as trophies of love can’t they. So few words that say so much. I like this.

    Bodhirose

    March 3, 2011 at 11:25 pm

  3. Glutton for punishment?
    You are communicating and I am listening.

    Sam373

    March 4, 2011 at 6:07 am

  4. powerful imagery,
    super style…

    keep it up.
    🙂

    Jingle

    March 4, 2011 at 3:24 pm

  5. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    Love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

    Jingle Poetry

    March 7, 2011 at 6:31 pm

  6. The words in your poem cut like words in anger… Very nice construction!

    seabell

    March 8, 2011 at 11:23 pm

  7. Good writing. Please love yourself more.

    Sam373

    March 28, 2011 at 6:02 pm


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