not all my scars are visible
to the naked eye
you have to look deep within
for that is where broken hearts hide
each scar tells a story of another time
love was a wasteland of promises that were
made in vain
the words that were said , the words that weren't said
they cut to the bone like knives
then were casted aside
open wounds slowly heal in time but leave behind ugly scars
I want to know will there ever be someone
who will trace each scar and ask where it is from?
then try to kiss away the pain
even if it's in vain
~ D Donner ~