A life we love is a life that's been lived
Or so they say
My scar I paint with Gold I called Kintsugi
My head it aches from thoughts of pains
My trust I gave away, you burnt,
I smiled, a word I still didn't say
But now you cry, am I the cause?
You turned and yes you said
I looked behind and right there I knew
So please accept my apologies dear
If my back hurts your knives!!
© Ink Heart