Silver Scars

Where all your scars shine silver on your skin,

I see the girl you buried deep within.

I don't know where she slept the night she broke;

the pale pink blanket clung to as she woke,

alone; a bad dream fresh in memory.

(she closed her eyes pretending not to see.)

But oh, I love her; will you tell her that?

That dreams still thrive, that hope has not gone flat?

Above her, nights are peppered by the stars,

In day, sun shines upon her silver scars.