Scars heal?
No, they don't
Pain is not forgotten
I can hear the thunder of the wagon train
Isn't my mouth still full of dirt?
Was it dust or ash, my mind cannot hold the details
It only remembers the pain
Curses on the daisy
Who told the wildflower it could come so far?
Why should it live if I die
Snarling barking
Smokescreen of control
Scars heel they never heal
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 11:01 PM UTC
Scars heal?
No, they don't
Pain is not forgotten
I can hear the thunder of the wagon train
Isn't my mouth still full of dirt?
Was it dust or ash, my mind cannot hold the details
It only remembers the pain
Curses on the daisy
Who told the wildflower it could come so far?
Why should it live if I die
Snarling barking
Smokescreen of control
Scars heel they never heal
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