Jan 2014
I cannot hate
Who and what
I can't forget
I leave myself confused
Sometimes a little bruised
Marked by the past
Haunted until the end
It lingers on my skin
As I lay in bed
At night
Who and what
I can't forget
I leave myself confused
Sometimes a little bruised
Marked by the past
Haunted until the end
It lingers on my skin
As I lay in bed
At night
An old poem of mine
