Scar of Misunderstandings

The crimson scar 

Of profound misunderstandings

Languish in their hearts;

Yet the stench 

Of longing

Refuses to fade.

The tiny nick

Formed by his venomous words and her cold silence

Could be stitched;

But their ignorance

Of sorts

Turned the nick into a dark pit.

The beautiful, lush garden

Of their rosy love

Is now overgrown with weeds;

Yet their vows

Of togetherness

Resonates at every full moon night.

The poem is written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/ Weediness