every memory somehow leads this way
down this connecting path to one end
it's always heartache once again
I really don't need to fight to remember you
somehow every part of me relates to you
you are a constant variable in my mind
depleting me of my arrant shine
I see you every time I look in the mirror
the carved profanity on my once pure heart
can't hide these scars with make up
once of radiating charm, now left bankrupt
10/8/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
