How did i come, to the point of tournishing art
Please know that i too, have scars on my heart
What to me was a masterpiece is now destroyed
Thought this would be special and to me forever enjoyed
Scarring is said to be, a natural part of healing
The story behind each one, is the part not appealing
My masterpiece, a piece of art, a beauty of sort
Memories will last forever but our time is cut short
Noticeable my wounds are not, but i too am hurt
For what i have done, my feelings i can't avert
The scars are special they show where i have been
My taj mahal, my mona lisa, my wall of berlin
No longer the artist, none of my work should survive
The scars gradually fade, the masterpiece i want to revive
So i devote my time to recreate, my greatest composition
If I leave not a masterpiece, take my life as remission.....
PHIRE
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