Castigated by the bows of sorrow
Broken wings of a tiny sparrow...
Tick- tock
time flies by...
Thinking about the past
you remember good times...
I don't have anything to vent
nothing to get rid of...
This one's for the rapists,
the molesters and abusers...
Time can't not repeat its self but you can try to...
you can try to get people to exept your apolgys...
Serenity is sold
in small plastic bottles...
I need to take a breath
to ease my pain...
The past is the past, and I will not look back.
I refuse to look back on the things that I am...
A man and woman
A son did bear...
Slandered on the juvenile philosophy of candle lit...
We stagger our moments...
Residue of memories
Hidden in my thoughts...