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Solaluna Sep 2021
I traced every scar you have,
With the touch of my lips.
Not wanting to disconnect,
Even for just one bit.

And I stay there,
While you tell me the story behind them.
Making me love them more,
Making me love you the most.

They are not just scars,
But bits of the many stories of your life.
Without them,
You won't be here and mine.
XPY Sep 2021
Tattoos are scars
we choose to keep--
words we want to carry,
memories we fear losing;
ink and needle are
the self-inflicted stinging:
the pain we choose to feel.
art on our bodies--
out of our minds--
something
real.
I have my father's name tattooed on my wrist not because I forgive him, but because I have forgiven myself and I choose to carry that with me.
I trust my deep scars inside/outside me,
cause they stayed for long , even others had just left
Atleast scars that you didn't want to get tattoed , teaches great lesson..
And know that, scars on you, proves that you are stronger than yesterday..
selina Aug 2021
summer slipped through like a snapshot in time
and in the midst of this chaos we call life
i've lived a little and learned a bit more

so if the price of faint crow's feet aligning with my eyes
are a couple of scars and a couple of cut strings
i'd do all it over again just to feel this happy
Terra Levez Aug 2021
A broken swing on the old oak tree
A scrap of blue fabric holding it together
Messy braids on a head
Wrapped in thin blankets
The wind howls
Moans at the broken glass
The tears in her eyes
The scars, they were here to stay
I wish we could too

The fabric frays
The swing finally falls
The wind keeps howling
howling
and howling
LifeBeauty13 Jul 2021
The fear broke off my breath
My body frozen in weakness
Is this my time for death
Seeing my world with bleakness
With a screaming soul
I scream God’s Name
Needing to be whole
Rescue me and this pain
I can’t do this alone
Necessity is my thunder
Enrapture to your throne
To never be asunder
You come in like a flood
Loving me ever and ever
For sacrifice and your blood
Never Your Hand to sever
Healing to all my scars
Giving I my hand
Embraced by all the stars
For fear, now I can stand
Krizel Grace Jul 2021
Aren't they pretty?

Those scars you hide underneath those blankets of metaphors
You wrapped them well with lovely words
Not to cover the ugly pain
But to tell the world,

How a sad story could be written
With such beautiful, aching words.

©kg
Hey, you're lovely and loved 😌
Owen Jul 2021
In matters of love
I am expertly naive.
The scars on my arms,
my heart, and mind
covered and deep.
And I have learned my lessons,
learned to ask myself questions
with every move I make
every smile I fake.
Maybe I long for the heartache
of losing love.
The pain lets me know
I'm alive
though every breath I take
is shallow, and I
keep opening up
to let the knives
inside.
My intuition is always proved right, and the cycle of pain, numbing, and healing continues.
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