Scar

love is a scar...
a quiver of the lip
that no one sees...
a moment of lostness
you cant regain...

is an avalanche,
a hurricane, an
unnamed tear...
a moment of softness...
the rage of anger.

love is a swagger,
a limp, a dance, a curse.
the taste of lips washed
away by the rain...

love is a reason,
is madness, a hunger
that cant be fed...
love is a scar...

with your name...
written on it for
the world to see!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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