To Write Love On Her Arms; 4/21/10

Today, I saw a girl.
Now, I've known this girl for quite some time now.
She's always been in a happy mood, always nice to people around her.
Sitting at lunch, she rolled up the sleves of her hoodie to reveal scars.
Scars ran down her arms; some fresh, some ages old.

I sat there and thought. One day, she's going to get married. Maybe by that time they'll have the technology to rid her body of scars, But until they do, she'll walk down the aisle in here beautiful white gown, showing the world her past.

One day, she'll give away everything.

past;present;future;