A/N: I really can't resist; I love writing Doctor/Rose poetry, especially angsty ones! I guess there's just so much left unsaid, and so much to create between them that my mind kind of goes "what the heck?!" Anyway, I hope you guys like this little poem. And reviews are lovely :)
Battle Scars
Rose Tyler, she has her scars
She can't wish them away
They're tattooed on her body
No, her scars are there to stay
They rest upon her upper arms
From rougher hands and tossings
And though the slashes are long yet gone
She'll never forget those crossings
They decorate her lower back
From falling far too much
The purple splotching permanent
Still too sensitive to touch
They live amongst her shoulder blades
Lost between the joints
Received from various crash landings
On many different points
They claim her hands and fingers
Burns from flames, they sting
Left the skin rough and calloused
And now she can't feel thing
And her feet hold the same sights
Her legs and neck as well
Her body all broken and weary
Oh, the stories it could tell
But her deepest scars remain unseen
Invisible inside her heart
Where the Doctor had taken it from her chest
And then torn her love apart