3 views
Scars
I possess one and i know you do too,
Some have one, Some have a few.
Aren't they sweet as they age, honey
They are deep, glazed with agony.
Thorns are less vile than scars are
What hurts me now, i can't boast,
My scars, past that bled through them.
The boy's too young, so is his scar,
In the skies above he drifts so far ahead.
Would they ever heal, i have lost myself.
My hour and my soul is weak.
Present is less delirious than to die,
Would my scars ever heal, or i live in lie.
Malevolent thoughts and a vicious will,
I possess one and i know you do too.
© jude
Some have one, Some have a few.
Aren't they sweet as they age, honey
They are deep, glazed with agony.
Thorns are less vile than scars are
What hurts me now, i can't boast,
My scars, past that bled through them.
The boy's too young, so is his scar,
In the skies above he drifts so far ahead.
Would they ever heal, i have lost myself.
My hour and my soul is weak.
Present is less delirious than to die,
Would my scars ever heal, or i live in lie.
Malevolent thoughts and a vicious will,
I possess one and i know you do too.
© jude
Related Stories
