Back here after years
different

This canvas soaks the blood
from the same broken heart

We are here again,
How did we get here?

Box full of pencils; Paper and clay
Her artistic soul painted my dreams

I found her Told her I loved her

Talk to me

What does it take
To break free
To stitch up a wound so deep
What does it take
To forget
To let go and be free
What does it take
To get over you & me