Old Scars

I am that question
of your heart,
That makes you smile
Makes you cry.

I am that whisper
of your soul,
That keeps you awake
Every night.

Why remember me
like old scars,
That time rubbed off
Like old lies.

For I am that verse
you still hide,
That made its home
Two moist eyes.

© Arindam Dey

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