The scars.
Scars that will fade,
Unlike the memory of you,
will always be there.
The scars might show,
They symbolize the memory,
of what once was.
And what will always be.
Can't you see this cycle?
Round it goes,
once gone,
comes back again.
Until you see the scars.
The Memorys.
The Cycle.
The End.
Poof, it's gone.
Within a blink.
A blink of an eye.
Lost forever.
