War Stories
My war stories
My love scars
If only you knew, what would you do
Would it help you know me
Do you want to know me at all
Do you care to share your stories
Or do you want to keep them safe
Do you want to show your cards
Or keep them close to your heart
Let’s bare them all
We have this space
We’ll be safe
No harm can be done
That hasn’t been done before
Look me in the eye
Tell me what happened
What made you this way
Tell me, love, it’ll be okay
Do.RoThy
Fri 3rd Jan 2020 15:56
The past is lived and done, it can neither be changed no undone.
Those who delve in the past, they do sink into a bottomless ocean, no pearls to find, no great marine life visions.
Past is but a chapter closed and so shall it be left unattended or disturbed.