In hindsight I know You didn’t deserve me. But I feel I deserved you– Every bit of joy, But more times than no I feel I deserved every bit of pain;
He knows what he wants when he sees it So he reached out his arms just to seize it He got in return A reason to yearn A treasure to earn as he sees fit. © 1-6-2013 L. Ashwood
A treasure is not If you don’t value Pursue And protect it.
Now that the bleeding has eased And the knives have been sheathed We may heal You and me Us
Scratch the last, Crumple that paper, That past participle Part of history Was then, This is now, And I’m starting from scratch. Scratch, Like an abrasion on skin From some brush with the past Leaving bleeding Pain An irritation to be soothed. Scratch, Like a new creation On paper On canvas A fresh start A […]