Pancea

Mar 11, 2008 - 20:16 PM PST

Your still a little girl
But the toys, now have names
And addresses

And your fears
Are as real as the past
Just re-scheduled to make room for work

The cuts in your heart, still evident
But the bandaids you date
Keep you forgetting

So Just go see a doctor
I'm never booked
And come, heal your wounds

I'll give you a stitch
Stop Squirming
Just sit still

The medicine stings
Just leave it alone
And wait

A scar will form
A reminder
To take time to heal sometimes