Stars and scars.

Whenever I held your hands

I thought about your scars

I wanted to see them

But I didn't ask because it's past  

Maybe it let the light in that by the stars

But the star died 

For what it has lost itself for others

 But when you told me

Your scars make you beautiful,

I never knew you would give me more

And now? 

Now that you have established to 

Hit out the respect 

Hope you will understand 

That love with scars aren't enough

To make a star live again.