Scars

things are never what they seem,

isn't that what you once said?

this life is just a mask,

which you can change but

never shed;

time brought us here now,

soon enough, time will take us away,

today the words come easy,

but tomorrow, there will be nothing

left to say;

if I said I love you,

would it make a difference

in the end?

that which you’re asking,

is more than I have to spend;

the scars are still fresh,

they run so very deep,

from trying to hold on to that,

which was never mine to keep.

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