Written on a napkin in a bar one night...the words describe the imagery I saw.
Scars is that moment you reach where you are healed from the wounds of the heart. It is that defining moment where you are in limbo...before making your next decision which can make you or break you.
Tossed aside on an abandoned road,
I'm litter to those who call this home.
With a loss of fortune in their eyes,
As they swallow it down to the ice.
Watched the players stalk their prey,
And the paper candles emit gray haze.
A shattered heart I stand and hide,
But the secret's safe if you don't pry.
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Can't go back...
But I can't move on.
Am I dead?
Be left unsaid.
Cowards turn from a chance of hope,
And surround their castles in a moat.
With a purpose in love is not to fall,
All the numbers exchanged but we don't call.
Something more than where we are,
But we're anchored by relentless scars.
When all is healed within a time,
But where time was spent...we tend to die.
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