Show me,
Come with skin bare
And let me see,
All the scars that are there.
Some are old
But some are new.
What lies were you told
That make you so blue?
Wounds still appearing
From your long war.
They leaving me fearing
Shake me right to the core.
You might think
No one would care,
But every time you blink
And with every breath of air,
You're on my mind,
In my heart.
You'll also come to find,
If you decide to part
I will never forget you
Stop missing you
Be the same without you
Because without you
I will have a scar
Running across my heart
Miles far
Ripping me apart.
About the Creator
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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