Scar

Can I make you fall in love with me?

Like I fell in love with you?

Will time do justice to me?

What can the power of time do?



It is so hard, all this waiting.

Impatiently I decide,

that I can stop the love from fading,

by waiting by your side.



The abrasions on my skin,

carved by a knife from sin,

are a true sign of my obsession for you.

They are a sign of the pain within.



With each tear I cry,

I block out the sound of fear.

With each day I love you.

With every arriving tear.



Besides the torture that comes with our love,

I decide that this is where I belong.



I look at the scars that prove my love for you.

I look at the scars...

I would die for you.



Can I make you fall in love with me?

A question which the answer is fake.

If time does do me it's justice,

for all it's worth, I will wait.



So I sing another prayer,

I compare my scars to light.

Love will do it's justice to me.

And obey the tears I fight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The scars are not real. They are purly emotional. Written November 17th, 1999

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