Scars
Scars can tell stories, like the ones adorning my arms. They can tell stories of pain, love, heartache.
The ones on my legs also tell stories; fun times, accidents, falls.
Then again, there's those that tell stories you don't tell anyone; and those ones are usually the scars on your heart. The ones that you hide from the world. The ones that don't ever see the light again.
I have plenty scars of each kind.
The ones on my legs also tell stories; fun times, accidents, falls.
Then again, there's those that tell stories you don't tell anyone; and those ones are usually the scars on your heart. The ones that you hide from the world. The ones that don't ever see the light again.
I have plenty scars of each kind.