Scars

A wound to the heart leaves a horrible and eternal scar. The scar is not necessarily a bad thing, though.

It is a reminder. It is a reminder that someone once made your heart beat faster. I proudly bear my scars. Wounds heal somewhat over time.

Memories last forever. With my scars
to remind me, that once I lived and was loved, stepping into tomorrow looses some of it's terror.


Not having lived, not having loved or been loved, that would have left emptiness. At least a scar is something.

It is a trophy of life. It is a reminder that once in your time here on earth, someone made your heart take notice, that someone noticed your heart.