The Scars of Love

The scars from my heart from long ago hasn’t healed and now they pour even more of love or something strong like love, the completeness of understanding able to get deep within the skin is what has always been done. The compassion of it all hasn’t change the eyes meant season after season the question why is there with the same answer of none, swimming around with dancers in my heart is what you do best which life time is our turn to finish this torture that we bare the water that flows from me time to time is from this pain of being apart from the oldest friend which is the love from the beginning of time. Running from something close only to find the same answer of none and to find the same open heart to you only one more step to climb to get there

Do I have the strength to climb that step