I remember you
bandaged...
The words stung just like a bee
Deep down inside of me...
I was left in this house
Unloved,a sad and lonely life...
Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...
This skin I live in
Isn't really me...
I never thought
that I would be...
No ripples in the water
Reflecting just like glass...
Let me guess.
Tonight, you're scrolling through...
We never liked each other,
From the very start it seems...
But you were just so sick;
And I can’t get those images of you out of my...
wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear...
Jagged and tattered,
my edges are frayed...