I once found a heart in marzipan,
Through hope, saw psuedo-stars align
But felt the memories catching up..
Like teardrop needles in my spine.
Though I can't change the course to better days..
I can't help but try to let them in,
..and trace the paths of scars and lies,
In moonlight broken by my skin.
Somedays the colors fade to grey,
when black and white stop being kind...
The more I look, the more I lose..
in answers I have yet to find.
Wow, this is such a great piece. Full of emotion, the wording is just perfect and I love the line "Like teardrop needles in my spine." You have obviously had a chance to play with this since Saffie commented because I found it flowed beautifully.