tonight when she came 

on my window sill, 

she whispered into my ear, 

darlin’ this is just the beginning, 

you will have to get 

more cuts and scars, 

but don’t let anyone blow you out 

because you need to rise 

higher stepping on those scars. 

i looked at her, 

the moon was beaming radiantly. 

she knows 

her dints and scars 

were the stories people talk about.