prkr11

She shows me here scars
Left by those of another
They run deep and are
Only visible to those she let's in
Pain is something we share
Two wounded soldiers
On the battlefield of love
Hearts stitched together
By loss and sadness
Wounds still fresh
Love still pouring out
We lay together
Because we have no one else
We dance because
That is all we know
Our depression is
Trumped only by our wanting
Scars run deep
Bruising which will never heal
The physical pain is easy
Emotional pain is soul bound
She will dance again
I will sit and wait
We are addicts now
Addicted to emotional despair
Wanting this pain
Needing these scars
- Parker