Wounds...
What are they?
What do we get them?
How can the one person we love the most
Give us the deeps ones?
Wounds turn into scars
What to show for the pain you endured
Not all of them can be seen
Most are left on your soul.
What are wounds?
There the little hurts that build up
Being put to the back of there life
Where the cobwebs grow
Put someone first
Well they put you last,
Even if they use to put you first.
A forgetting text or call.
A missed hug
A lost joke
All makes wounds
This little thing make the biggest wounds
its too late for me,
My souls wounds sit on my body's skin
Go a head cut some more
My Carissime
Do me a favorite this time.
Cut me where I can't feel anymore.
Take the life our of your
Gypsy girl
Destroy her,
Your close enough it wouldn't take much
All she ever wanted
Was you,
A piece of you time
Of your life
Of your love
In return
She give you the world
She give you all of her
She sit quietly in the back
When you didn't went her
Or need her.
That's not good enough....
Wounds
They're the onset of a scar
Scar are my past haunting me.
