Sep 2013
In the corner of the heart lies a mark, a scar, left not so long ago.
The heart, like the brain, grew around it, functioning as if it never got damaged but there is a shadow that cloaks it.
The heart doubts every touch, every calling, every word.
The incident in which it received it's wound still haunts it to this day, wearing the scar tissue like you do a cloak,
Never again will the heart be the same.
The heart, like the brain, grew around it, functioning as if it never got damaged but there is a shadow that cloaks it.
The heart doubts every touch, every calling, every word.
The incident in which it received it's wound still haunts it to this day, wearing the scar tissue like you do a cloak,
Never again will the heart be the same.
So, Trip apparently told me no and that's okay. I can move on now try to find someone new that sort of thing. It hurts but hey there ain't nothing I can do about it. :D only to keep smiling and keep truckin!
