Scars

Scars
Scars that you see
Scars the you don’t
Scars you can find
And those that you wont
Scars, silently bleed
Scars, those scream
Scars left for all
long-forgotten dreams
Scars, that you stare at
Scars, that you admire
Many, are a reminder of
those unfulfilled desires
Scars you may think
Are a piece of an art
Leaving an enviable pattern
mosaic, of the broken heart
Dead, Long ago
No, it doesn’t hurt anymore
If you have any darts?
Practice, Practice, some more

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