Many arrows to the heart

Cause unbearable hurt

Yet overtime the hurt is scarred over

Yet never really heals…

Scars remain and their thickness

Keeps the hurt from causing

The heart to shatter…

How long I wonder will the scars

Hold and grip the pieces together

Even though arrows continue to ping from

The scars from other penetrating hurts…

Do scars rupture and bleed

From hurts unseen to the human eye

Or do they form an armour to keep

Th heart tough and uncaring…

Is that when love ends…

Or is the ache permanent

Letting love live…