Our simple minds
Can't grasp the meaning of love.
A man told me,
That love is simple,
That us, humans,
Like to complicate things-
When it's just,
find who makes you happy.
I didn't believe him.
I didn't want too.
People say
It gets easier as time goes on ,
Time heals wounds.
Do they not know that wounds cause scars?
That scars don't go away?
We may forget for a bit,
But if we were to cut ourselves open,
You would see the scars people have covered us with.
I stopped believing in a lot of things-
Mostly what people say.
Because I've only found that
Things get harder when time goes,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
My heart must be very fond.
Scars are never absent,
Hidden, and still there.
But then I met you,
And for a short time I was with you,
I felt like nobody ever dared
To leave me cut open and scarred.
I think you're beautiful.
