Last updated on December 12th, 2015 at 12:53 pm
Stuck on this bed
Heart suffering hundred degree burns
It feels ugly but I know it’s just for a time
From burnt endings; new beginnings arise.
Living in my past
Is driving me crazy
Starting from a blank page
Could be terribly upsetting
But I’ll pack the pieces
And burn them up
Start from the ashes
All those pains and heart aches
From my past often appearing
Like ghost flits
Almost pulling me under
So I am gathering together
The pictures, letters, cards and dried roses
Throwing them into this furnace
I will start again
From the ashes!
u know i know u well and ur past…..reach me on [email protected] 2 avoid any embarrassment.