Man of Scars

~
Lines stretch across your back

Your fingers are always crossed

You turn your back to trust

Never thrusting your thoughts

Near your chest region

~

She broke you to dust

You loved her to pieces

She promised nothing

You dealt your life savings

She took it all; heart and skin

~

Let your scars be a reminder

Of the love that tore the liver

Of the hope that scratched the wound

Of the antiseptic pain of healing

And the rough of repentance

°

#Temmyphil

©2017

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