Dagger like kisses
Painful but pleasant
They never last
But you knew that
Yet it didn't stop you
From melting when they
Enter the room
Slow dances and perfect songs
Ruined by stories that
Have yet to be written
To give this fresh cut a chance
Would mean to close the old
Covering it with nickelodeon band-aids
Will suffocate it and take
Longer to heal
Sweet gestures still made
Although the truth has been seen
Why allow old battle wounds
Shine through when
You can make your own
