They say wounds heal with time,
But deep in my soul, scars still remain.
Aching reminders of a love lost,
Etched in the depths, causing endless pain.
Time may pass, the days may fly,
Yet the wounds persist, refusing to heal.
They say to let go, to move on,
But the scars are real, no matter what I feel.
Each scar tells a tale, a bittersweet symphony,
Of a love that was fierce, but ultimately fell.
In those tender moments, I was whole,
But now I'm left with this heart-wrenching spell.
They say wounds heal with time,
But my soul knows the truth, it bears the proof.
For every scar, a memory remains,
Etched long after the love, forsooth.
Though time may pass, and scars may fade,
The echoes of pain still linger in the dark.
But I'll embrace them for what they are,
These scars, a testament to a resilient heart.
For in the battle of love, wounds are earned,
And though they ache, they also tell a tale.
Each scar represents a lesson learned,
A reminder to never again set sail.
So, let the wounds still linger,
Let the scars glow with bittersweet pride.
For they're a part of who I am,
A tapestry woven with love's wild ride.
They say wounds heal with time,
But these scars, they hold a beauty untold.
For in their depth lies strength anew,
A reminder that love's worth cannot be sold.
