Healing Scars

The putrid scars left from the past Like most things, will never last Finding a lover who binds them with zeal In hopes of letting their other half, know it is real But do not ever take the fear or the pain Of another with thyself as to blame For it is not the one who is presently their It is you that is the sight of fresh, loving air! Oh God, the thought of losing that half Of a person’s heart, which was built to last The scars that are healing from the wicked before Never again to feel the pain that was endured The lashing out in suspicion is mere self defense! It never means that one’s heart with you, is tense After the words that are spoken comes sorrow For what if the words make all gone by tomorrow It is a terrible thing to think of that lost Everything is done to keep this heart, not matter the cost So forever remember, there is love in this heart Never trembling, nor fading, nor spreading apart