Two White Birds Flew Off Into The Sunset

  I wrote this in high school, yet it seems as if I could have written it yesterday.

Two White Birds Flew Off Into The Sunset

Not all scars bleed
though all do hurt
Scars will remind you
of how things were
Heartbreak is loss
loss of the right
Right to the freedom
to love who you like
Where is she now
where could she be
Why can't she be here
now right next to me?