Continuing lang leav

 Scar

A bruise is softly tender

        but never will it last,

        it leaves me as

        I always was.

But a wound I take

        much more to heart,

        for a scar will always

        leave its mark.

And if you should ask me

        which you are,

        my answer is—

        you are a scar.

But the scar that you are

        is not what I regret,

        you are someone

        I can't possibly forget.

With it not yet being said

       my love for you will

       remain as always

       and will never be dead.

I wish you nothing but

       happiness and luck,

       while wishing my life

       without wouldn't suck.