Inspiration comes from so many places
Maybe in the whispers of the mildest winds,
Dancing in the raindrops, hidden in strange faces.
Maybe in the sweetness of angels or in the danger of sins.
A kiss can tell a story; a heart can bury love.
A scar can be inside or outside, anyone can see
Whether emotions come from somewhere dark or lights up above,
Stars and scars scrape our minds, forcing us to breath.
Walking hands together, still walking alone;
Sharing everything and nothing about different paths.
Roads merge and separate because of sticks and stones,
The loving touch of life, or a distant lover's wrath.
Shape and size means so little yet inflicts in so many ways.
It's not surprising that a wound can be invisible and give away so much.
Take the time to share the beauty of life; the pain and anger; love and lust.
Look into the eyes of the world, the scarred ones have golden hearts in souls that can not be touched.