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Scarlet Scars
She weeps and crys,
as tears rundown her redened cheeks.
Her first love gone forever,
never to come back.
Her tears fall more intense as time goes on,
by and by she cries.
Until one day a mysterious man walks into her life,
he takes her hands in his and dries her tears.
Showing her to have no fear.
He is there for some years,
until now he is called away.
He leaves so swiftly telling her he will be back.
Three months go by she finds herself carrying,
now its nine months, she has her baby.
But those tears are back.
She cares for her baby and cries when she is alone.
He is supposed to come back, he promised.
Years start to tick by and she is still in wait.
Her now teenaged son reminding her of his father,
more and more everyday.
Tick-tock ~ Tick-tock ~ Tick-tock
years go by so quickly.
She is still sittng in her room waiting for him.
80 years old and she still cries everyday.
He never returned, he broke his promise and her heart.
She is scared forever, she never found another man,
but then again she never looked.
90 years old and on her death bed.
Her son by her side, he had never left her.
She thinks to herself,
"At least he is better than his father"
She cries one more scarlet tear,
with one last breathe it traces her wrinkles.
Her son closes her eyes and catches her last tear.
as tears rundown her redened cheeks.
Her first love gone forever,
never to come back.
Her tears fall more intense as time goes on,
by and by she cries.
Until one day a mysterious man walks into her life,
he takes her hands in his and dries her tears.
Showing her to have no fear.
He is there for some years,
until now he is called away.
He leaves so swiftly telling her he will be back.
Three months go by she finds herself carrying,
now its nine months, she has her baby.
But those tears are back.
She cares for her baby and cries when she is alone.
He is supposed to come back, he promised.
Years start to tick by and she is still in wait.
Her now teenaged son reminding her of his father,
more and more everyday.
Tick-tock ~ Tick-tock ~ Tick-tock
years go by so quickly.
She is still sittng in her room waiting for him.
80 years old and she still cries everyday.
He never returned, he broke his promise and her heart.
She is scared forever, she never found another man,
but then again she never looked.
90 years old and on her death bed.
Her son by her side, he had never left her.
She thinks to herself,
"At least he is better than his father"
She cries one more scarlet tear,
with one last breathe it traces her wrinkles.
Her son closes her eyes and catches her last tear.
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