Painted memories

Every time I close my eyes
I wonder
to where will my thoughts be adrift.
I was afraid that it will drift to a memory
I no longer wish to keep.
It has been awhile
and I felt my wounds starting to heal
and only left me with scars
that remind me
where I have been.

You were the wound that bled me
'till I'm all dried up.
You were the wound that cut me
in so deep.

But I was healing
and you, remain a scar.
But a scar hurts more than a wound
sometimes.


2317 hour (16/10/10)