Remnants remain like stains on a chalk board
Hanging on an open wall
Having conversations with me
About how you broke me to pieces
Then buried me .
Sometimes scars leave rings
Like brands
We try to erase them
Like the winter rain
Always coming and going
But you are always here with me
Like smoke staining old air
Suffocating my lungs
It’s a deep regret
The way you tied up my heart
Took it hostage .
I’ll never forget the way
You never cared .
I may be a soldier
Maybe you can’t see it in my eyes
Maybe you can
But it will
Always be there
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