Heart Scars
My heart, however young it may be;
It's dealt with things, only old ones see.
It's got scars, covering this heart of mine;
The pieces are held together with bits of string and twine.
The dagger was wedged deep, deep, inside.
Now the scars on my heart, can no longer hide.
It now has difficulties being allowed to love.
I'm awaiting an angel, from the skies above.
The remnants of this thing, so disgraced to see...
Will never be the same, without someone loving me.
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