the skin swells <br />the veins rush <br />the wound red <br />just as blush <br /> <br />the scab covers <br />yet a bruise around <br />the jitters there <br />the chills found <br /> <br />the scar left <br />a memoire designed <br />i'm supposed to hate the result <br />but instead i love what I've left behind<br /><br />Twisted Strange<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scar-left/
