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
Copyright © Andrew Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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