Those Scars
Those Scars
From His head to His toes
Covering His body
Gifts that cannot be returned
Those Scars
Making Him look rough
But still bieng tender-hearted
With the gentlest touch
Those Scars
Given to Him because of our sins
Taken without a complaint
Taken with a smile on his face
Those Scars
A testament to His life
Those nails through His hands
The sound of the whip
Hearing His cry through generations
He loved us so much
That he allowed himself to die and carry
Those Scars
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Cody Koehn
Well first things first, I suffer from crazy and weird syndrome. Its self-inflicted. I enjoy Poetry very much and to me Poetry is more than just words, its an Idea, and according to V from V For Vendetta "Idea's are bulletproof." I have always enjoyed things that bring inspiration to me and others and Poetry is just that. I love making new friends. So here is my email: [email protected]. And also if you want to find me on Facebook: Cody Koehn. Send me a message or friend me on Facebook. If you have any questions on my style of writing and/or I am very open to suggestions on how to improve my poetry. Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from some of you guys. And feel free to give me any feedback on my poems. Till then, keep writing your own story guys!
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