Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.

time passes by
in the blink of an eye

time runs away
at the first sign of late

time speaks of the past
because time doesn't last

time knows the grains of sand
like the back of it's hand

time shows up late
like a young ******* a date

time never skips a beat
like a parade band hot on the street

time brings it's friends
beginning and end

time knows the rules
but still plays out the fool

time struggles at the test
like a freshman at his desk

time closes it's hand
on all our demands

time knows that we
were never meant to be