Scars.

No matter how much I pretend The memories of you never seem to end I punch, I cut, I break, I scream For them to end still feels a dream No man, no app, no words, no breeze Can feel more than just a tease The empiness and feeling of longing Will only be filled by your recalling Through books and apps and people and nature I've searched to find a replacement of your flavour Yet here I am buried on paper Seeking peace to serve me later I will not fall for this your trickery No no no not when I'm really close to victory I'll look deep into my scars And remember how get to the stars © Melody