A Medieval Romance

Scars That Cut Me Deep

I feel my anger everytime I look in the mirror.

How come I'm the only one who can see my pain?

Cause in my mind I'm screaming.

I'm a burdon, I'm gods greatest flaw.

Rivers run dry and the weight will finally be lifted off my shoulders.

They all judge me without anything to gain.
I have scars from all the words that have cut me deep.

I wish there was more to me than mistakes.

But I don't owe the world an apology and we're all full of secrets we no longer want to keep.

I wonder if beauty is a gift.

I wonder if lying is the worst of sins.

Cause sometimes there is more to us than the secrets we're afraid to tell.

And our intentions are not easily seen.

But if I really am dark, wash away my love for you as water soothes my lips.

For let my soul be clean.

And let my mind be pure as I continue to love.

How many times have I been pushed down?

Like a punch to the gut.

I double over, I've had enough.

I don't understand how to go on.

But I close my eyes and remember you, and suddenly it all makes sense.