Hide thy scars

Some scars we can hide. Some we cannot, no matter how hard we try. They can be seen in our eyes, in the way we walk, in the way our spirit seems to lay heavy onto our bodies. Some of them can be seen on our skin or in the way we respond to what happens to us in daily life.
The past makes us who we are. Not only our past...our ancestors past is within us. Not many feel bonded with their own history, they were born without wings...
The future is what we make it today...the future was decided that moment when you caved into one's smile, into the perfect moment that reaps your mind obsessively, in that second that you wish you would have kept still...in warm frozen time, so that you can forever gaze into those eyes that gently rape your soul.
It is not hard to believe, our hearts are truly meant to be broken time after time until old age or the quick twist of a long sharp blade.
Until next time...think of what you lost, and let just one tear cut open your soul while streaming down your face.

What is it with you?!

As all my days have passed,
You're never here
You'll never last.
And as your tears all dry away
I know you won't heal me today..

But i know...there is something in the dark,
something lurking, sneaking,
lusting for your soul..
All the memories of me
Burning in the flame  you set for me.

It's on your head
It's on your hands
No rain could wash
The scars that I had left
In your skin as I struggled
to brake free !


Now this poem has no rhyme, has no feeling and no shame
But what it has is something that you'll never see.