Parfum de silence

The scars I bear are deep and painful
They hold memories of lost fights and hurtful words
Perhaps a physical scar would hold much more appeal
For the pain from the wound eventually fades...

Unseen scars never heal
Never eased of their pain
Longing to be seen, they can not
Unseen scars never heal
There are lies which no mask can hide...

Orchidée noire