Tuesday, April 21, 2009

scars.
stars.
cars.

scars,
run my fingers across them,
i feel the skin,
tears starts to fall.

scars,
dried up wounds,
dried up tears,
a cold, numb heart.

scars,
from a fall in the park,
a tale of broken dreams,
an afternoon spent crying under the duvet.

scars,
tales of how one lived life and bled,
tales of how one fell and stood up again,
uplifting tales that happens to those full with hope.

scars,
every part of my heart is filled with them,
show me yours,
get a drink
and i will tell you mine.


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