With time our wounds heal
But our scars remain the same
They're reminders of how we feel
When we take on all the blame

there is endless magic
within the havoc
of the wounds
that dress
your knees

i hope you
kiss the scars
that they all leave

and that you believe
they pave the way
for you to reach
your wildest
dreams ♥

I know the games
you' ve been playing
I know the tricks,
so they won't work on me
I know the traps,
so i won't fall for them..
and I won't take your baits ...
so my dear!
you can keep playing
your games
and i will keep up with it
but know that
in this ruse
there won't be any winner
or loser
No one will ever
get a dime...
but our love - for sure
will succumed to the wounds
of time...

Would my grave be
deeper than my wounds?

Would the warmth of the morning sun
still reach my rotten body?

Would Icarus, my bird, fly to the sun looking for me
Is my selfish death going to cost him his wings, too?

Would the worms weep when
they ******* tormented flesh?

Somebody told me
wounds are healed by time, but mine
are time travelers.

Words can strike like swords,
leaving wounds that time can't heal;
They scar the heart and soul,
more so than iron or steel.

Your sadness is a beautiful thing
It follows you with the glow of a million fireflies
Compelling the wind to abandon the trees
To carry my hands toward your own
And it pulls the sea away from its shore
To follow the ray of light
That seeps through your wounds