Little Scars
Isn’t it always
On tip of his tongue
To mispronounce her love name
To call me
Didn’t want to show how fragile I was
So I kept my cool
To pretend how strong I am
Though it was agonizing my heart
Heaps ran through my mind
Does my existence mean anything to him
How easy it was
To leave a scarring wound in my heart
- Azra Hussain - ©
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