It's just a wound
nothing more than that
a simple cut
into the heart
bleed a little bit.
It'll be a little painful
it will later pass away.
It'll start to heal
like it wasn't real
it will itch a lot.
There's nothing but a scar,
another one to the collection.
Heart no longer shaped
and every time the soul gets cold
all the scars will hurt.
I am very fond of this poem. It really touches my heart everytime I read it. It was first published in Time after Time Anthology
