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Here lies a dormant corpse
strung up by its thumbs
way up high the darkened hall
tearstain left on rotting cheek
glistens as the light goes dim.

It’s been so long when last it spoke
now it watches with bloodshot eyes
searching the crowd passing by
for the one that torn it apart
leaving flesh with terrible gashes.

Blood no longer drips from wounds
for the heart no longer beats
an empty shell bereft of life
waiting for a chance to steal
time that its old love took.

Back when life freely flowed
with tenderness and love so true
but the end is always the same,
dreams come crashing down
broken time and time again.

And as the passage of hour comes and goes
the corpse that hung will wait forevermore,
for its old love to walk its path
ne’er minding if its old and bent
for at last it will have its revenge.

-The Elusive Scribe 101013-

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heaven is already buried in darkness and light,
dark clouds hover with flashes of lightning in between,
yet in the threatening storm we sit and wait,
for the tears of heaven to start falling from the skies,
to wash away our pains and drain away all our sorrows.
for tonight we shall heal all the wounds we suffer from,
in this life we lead where doubts and fears we are riddled with.
for tomorrow is a new day where we can start to hope,
and wear a smile instead of the cursed frown we make.

-The Elusive Scribe 062913-

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Shape this Heart

 

Shape this heart with hands that love
mold it with honesty and care.
Banish the clouds of doubt that formed
replace it with trust forevermore.
Heal the wounds sustained in grief
patch them up with kisses sweet.
Open doors barred from within
bring back the light long hidden.
Stem the flow of precious tears that fall
entice a smile on bowed lips.
Hold this heart in hands that care
for it is fragile and can easily disappear.

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-The Elusive Scribe 041713-

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Through Your Eyes

 

Through your eyes I saw how pretty life can be,
even when the sun gets obscured by dark clouds,
and the rain comes down pouring hard,
it will always end like problems do
with a bit of sunshine and rainbows too.

Through your eyes I saw how darkness can easily
consume
the mind of someone lost in love and hurt,
but then you showed me what loving hands can do
to hidden wounds and scars of long ago.

Through your eyes I saw how I can be a better version
of me,
when I thought I can go no further you were the one
who pulled me onwards.
Now it’s my turn to show you how wonderful life can
be,
if only you took the time to stop and see the world
right here with me.

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-The Elusive Scribe 041613-

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Beautiful You

 

Come closer and let me see,
the wounds you are carrying deep.
Let me heal the broken pieces,
and make you whole once more.

You’ve carried scars to forever,
but you are mine to care for and heal.
With patience and love I’ll stitch
the parts of you you don’t want to see.

Don’t be afraid to show me,
the darkness hiding behind your eyes.
I will be here by your side,
for you will always be beautiful to me.

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– The Elusive Scribe 041513-

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What’s A Little

 

What’s a little pain every now and then?
Even when you bleed, wounds do heal.
Scars can get left behind
along with their memories,
but the pain you can keep inside,
under a lock and key.

What’s a little hurt from time to time?
You’re alive hence you feel.
But the hurt can disappear if you allow it to,
and replace it with something better,
even when you feel like there is nothing
that will make you smile once more.

What’s a little bit of goodbyes,
when lovers go their separate ways?
When the morrow might bring a bit of rainbow
after the rain?
Bringing solace after all the hurt and pain.

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Band-Aid

 

My heart has been wounded by a love that went
wrong,
yet you came and patched it good with some
band-aids and a few quick kisses.
I thought I wouldn’t get over the pain,
yet you showed me how flawed this thinking was.
Everybody gets hurt and they die a little bit,
when the love they nurture withered inside.
But it’s nothing that can’t be fixed by a willing heart
and hands that know how to heal.

My heart is slowly mending, your band-aids did the
work,
yet I will keep them for the meantime,
to remind me that wounds can heal if only I let
someone come closer and care for them.
And perhaps in the process find something more
powerful
than healing hands like love unsuspecting.

– eamarifosque 040113-