Original drawing and poem by Sidney Herbst
I’ve stop caring why,
Not the why you’re thinking though
Every question has been asked
So now it just is, like the songs of the nameless
It just is
It’s just a scar,
the only beautiful one I have
And when I run my fingers over it
The feeling is pure,
And worth more than the life it taints
Guess it makes me appreciate the ugly ones
a bit more too
Now, 48 days, weeks or years later
Doesn’t matter which is right
My fingers still run over it
I have what’s second best
And that’s something worth settling for