I'm not an expert writer...

I’m not an expert writer,
I can’t put my feelings onto paper.
But all I can say is when I talk to you,
my worries turn into vapour.
They fly away and disappear
for just an hour or two.
But it doesn’t matter when they come back,
because I’ll be talking to you.
You’ve always been there for me,
picked me up when I’ve been down.
At the moment you physically wipe away my tears,
but you’ve wiped away my frown.
You live so far away from me
and that alone is hard.
But I have to say if it’s okay,
that on my heart you’re scarred.