Pain, by arlette gibson Subscribe to rss feed for arlette gibson

The art of pain comes from ones mind as they say
Pain isn't pain until you feel it within you
It comes and goes unexpectedly with no warnings or signs
The only sing it gives you is the thought that something
could happen and when it does you ask yourself why didn't
you listen to yourself and then you wait until the pain is
gone and once it goes it comes back to haunt you like a cat
goes after a mouse.

And when it finds you its worst than the first time because
it gets in you once again from were it left the first time,
and you can't do nothing about it until it's gone again. And
like a scar in the skin it will always remain there.
Posted: 2009-09-01 15:11:29 UTC

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