Scar
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!