But there's your scar//Where's their intent//You both bear arms//And out of fear, your blood is not spent...
A Lesson You Could Prevent
Familiar Things
Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Stronger Than You Know
Looking up to see the walls of my heart Crumbling and scarred Carelessly marred At least I'm down here and not in my mind Dark and confined Practical time I swear I'm okay... at least I will be Too dark to see But I'm optimystique Some day, I hope it'll flood or cave in Leveled again... Continue Reading →
When I Was But a Child
I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →
December Rose 