Scars

If I was a poet I would tell you how broken my heart is I would express all my feelings everyday Everyday without being tired. But I'm not a poet So I guess I would just lie down on my bed, close my eyes and let the rain run through my cheeks I never thought that one day I would just be numb on the inside Because of my actions of loving someone who loves someone else I burnt myself with fire intentionally. Now I gotta pretend I've got no scar. Seeing your eyes sparkle When you talk about her just make my scar burn wider. I hope one day you will feel loved by me and be able to heal my scars.