Scars Poem by James Merchant

Well her irises find my own
In the comfortable restraints of my home
Lipstick angels in awkward angles
Grab my neck, I'm slightly strangled
But that is okay
That is alright

Well I'm just about ready to make it steady
Though my lungs are weak and my body's heavy
Well whitewashed cougar what do you want with me
If you pay better attention you just might want to believe
That I am okay
I am alright
I have my stars in sight
So tuck me in with my scars....tonight