Etched their image on my heart.
Even when I knew they would leave.
Which they did; I grieved.
I've learned to scrape
Images off my heart.
Now I'm weary,
and my heart is paper thin.
Running out of sandpaper,
I'm alone, I've always been.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
