Sometimes last year I was a dark poet, and i bit beads

Just found this in my little memory box.

Trust is given to be lost,
Forgive and forget but how do you force yourself to heal?

You dont forget a bleeding scar,
Apply a touch of antiseptic to ward off the bitterness
Cover with a sticky smile to avoid exposure.

Its obviously not deadly but sure as hell ugly.
A loss of faith, a room cast to shadow.

A long for the past confuses the preasant
Simpler times for the future possible?

Im still here.

*Snapa *snapa *snapa

(snaps not added until today)