Every page turned shows a memory. Every line written so beautifully, so eloquently. Even when the endings are full of fear, hatred, deceit. They're just memories. No scars. the heart has it all. Holding every piece together Like a book with no ending . While times write themselves, the saga continues on.... Even dreams pierce through the slightly cascading light through tiny cracks.......you try to smile. Pain never ends. Tears don't even exist anymore. Just numbness and a dead face. You keep telling yourself...... Just memories No scars.... Every glance, each gesture The lines unwritten Book captures it all anyway... The one you don't wan't to read... That's alright You'll never comprehend anyway. You listen to the songs Every note tugging, pulling your heart Soul transforming Would a treble cleanse you? A cello heal you? The violin reminding you your heart still bleeds. What a story of stories. It's all in the book. Every thought, words said. Marked forever in that book. You keep telling yourself.... They're just memories....... No scars.......... Well guess what ?!!! There are scars!! Too many to count. Every single one pulsating through your soul waiting their turn to be healed. Kissed away by God himself as He works tirelessly to shape and mold you. What's the biggest scar in the book you ask? Oh, you didn't.... Let me tell you. How angry you were with God while Lost, unable to feel or hear him. The scar that never heals. It just remains open and in excruciating pain. the scar with no memories. It's in the book with no ending. Open Bleeding Never ceasing. Slammed across your chest Never letting you rest.... But here you go, telling the world again... I'm Fine It's just memories... No scars.... Just Memories No scars My Open Book Holds No Lies Wanna read? No scars
