The blood has dried up
The pain faded away
The scars are invisible
But the memory lingers on...
...
What is true love?
Is it soft and sweet as a dove,
or hard and cracked as a stone?
Does it have a fixed form,
...
I'm writing you this poem
'Cause I'm wishing you were near
To save me from my pointless live
And remind me why I dare breath
...