Scars Of Yesteryear

I’m a showcase of heartache,

A billboard of fret,

No matter what I do,

It’s constant regret.


Draw me an angel,

So I can see you again,

I’m your favourite enemy,

I’m your worst best friend.


Dream me an ocean,

A tide is your prize,

Where I am receding,

Your waters supply,

You a full circle,

As black as my knife,

Where my black is dying,

Yours has become white.

The End

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