The older the scar, the better the story.
I need to place my thoughts of you,
So much I wrote was right on cue,
But still, I have my doubts in you,
And fear I'll say, what isn't true.
I miss the things we used to do,
And all the things I'd dream we'd do.
Maybe next time I'll think things through,
So at least I could still talk to you.
