Scars Of The Heart

Scars of the heart
By savanna Ewing

I’m so angry at you I can’t see straight.
All I see is rage, and cold hatred.
I feel caged by your lies and deceit.
A love once burned this candles wick,
Now you just make me sick.

I’m tired of promises never kept,
Dirty lies swept under the carpet.
Bloody scars cover my fragile feelings.
Each cut holds one more story of disappointment.
I hate you with every beat of my heart.

But most of all there’s so much love,
In this wounded heart I can’t lie.
I want to hate you,
But all I have for you is love.
Guess I love a joke,
A stroke of pure pain.
Guess that’s my shame,
And I am to blame.
Truth be told, you’ll never be tamed,
And I continue to be maimed.

My flesh scars hurt,
The ones you cut into my heart,
Are the devils scorn.
So yes I wear my skin slashed and torn.
But I feel the scars of the heart
They are a part of me.
Thanks baby for all the tears and bloodshed.
I love you still. But why I cannot tell.