I come in different shapes and sizes,
No two are the same.
I'm a trophy of what has happened,
Sometimes all that remains.

First is the start of starting to start,
I will never go away.

Next, the first of copper bullets
To ever ricochet.

This one hates being in public,
"That's not the place for me."
Nor being the center of drama,
But thats where he'll always be.

Your desire's in the middle of the fire ring,
That was your final clue.
Put all the hints together.
(All hints are written true)

A Scar.

Posted by K Sengupta on 2007-03-03 11:38:12