Scar

On a very cold night

After a very big fight

Sitting beside

I turned off the light

I asked you ‘why?

You don’t let me cry?’

You said you try

But I know that’s a lie

With a very low voice

I asked your choice

What is the thing you love about me?

What’s in me is pretty that you see?

You thought for a while

Gave a big smile

And said with charm

The scar on your arm!