My life no longer welcome,
Its presence marked with shame.
Would it ever be the same again?
A chasm formed, the bridges burned,
The eyes hurt, the smiles shallow,
The songs painful, the words awkward.
Would we ever be the same?
Wounds subside,
Anger dissipates,
Memories numb with time.
Still, some scars never fade.
sč
KL, February 12th, 2007
No comments:
Post a Comment