Scars
Here you stand,
here we are.
both showing our battle scars
Yours are physical,
mine are emotional.
Both though are dying
Slowly we bleed
but out of love
we stay alive
for these scars
are nothing
not when we face them
Here you stand
standing with me
battle scars showing
but not on our arms.
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