A scar elongated by my persistence
It throbs coldly this dark red weal
And it can only be healed...
By you.
I tremble at the remembrance of shock
As all that knew leered and mocked
And so shallow was my perception
That I really had no conception...
Of you.
Can I lay again in anticipation
With mixed feelings of trepidation
Don’t leave me now in this void
My life now empty and devoid...
Of you.
mudcrow
1998
