My love for you
is no less
than a scar on my skin.
Some believe
it makes my skin
look ugly.
Others think
like me,that
this one scar, makes me “me”
It’s a scar
I happily bear
on my raw dark brown skin.
But one day,
it starts to fade away,
just like that.
Then you turn back
and give me your impish smile
and it resurfaces.
The deeper it goes
the stronger my love gets,
they go hand-in-hand.
It’s a story
I will tell
if it ever reaches its end.
It may fade again
with time
so don’t look back again.
Because this time
I don’t want you, scargiver
I want a healer.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
My love for you
is no less
than a scar on my skin.
Some believe
it makes my skin
look ugly.
Others think
like me,that
this one scar, makes me “me”
It’s a scar
I happily bear
on my raw dark brown skin.
But one day,
it starts to fade away,
just like that.
Then you turn back
and give me your impish smile
and it resurfaces.
The deeper it goes
the stronger my love gets,
they go hand-in-hand.
It’s a story
I will tell
if it ever reaches its end.
It may fade again
with time
so don’t look back again.
Because this time
I don’t want you, scargiver
I want a healer.
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