Unhealing Bruises

If he is there yet present in lines of my hands;

I will rub them with the rough particles of sands;

Even knowing that I can never hold with them the magic wands;

And can never tie my hair that way with bands;

I can never clap;

Neither can ever slap;

Nor can push him to create a distant gap;

Makin' me by my own a forever handicap, 

Even if God stamped him in my fate;

I will always think that he did a mistake;

Because he at that time left me in a bruised state;

Now I really don't want to calculate, 

Knowing that I can never write;

Hopin' that everything will be someday alright;

Forgetting the given disgraces which will fade someday in a dark night;

Which will come to the given disgracer's soul to fright, 

Even if his feelings will arise someday;

I will always love to go far away, 

Even if he will call me back;

I will always reminisce how he gave my forfend that unhealing crack, 

The way I waited for him if he will wait for me like that;

Still, I will tag him in the list of copycat.