Bruised

A Poem by Inda

Fickle youth.

Bruised

See my hands,

yes they’re bruised,

the sands

of time did not confuse

me for another.

I know I will go before her.

Youth leapt,

got swept

away.

Just like love; youth can never stay.

© 2013 Inda

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Andie

I read this out loud with a really soft voice. It sounds beautiful spoken, just as it reads magnificent.
I love its deep meaning.
Great job, as usual lol :3

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on January 24, 2013
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Inda

miami, FL

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I love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..