The scar on my wrist reminds me of good times
She held onto me like a fish hooked to the line
But I had to go, always running out of time
She left me a scar to remember her by
Now all I've got left is a memory of
The times I was surrounded in true young love
A painful reminder of the care that was
Painless today but I remember well enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem