Scars,scars I'll give you scars
Written out plan to see tied
up with my destiny. I wasn't a cutter.
I wrote and wrote because I could.
Leave scars and torn hearts. Just ink
Left as little marks upon a big rusty heart.
Which was sawed miles ago upon some
big back road.
I can't believe you couldn't see the
poetry tide up in the leaves seeking
out destiny.