Our Poem
Rent and slashed,
Newly rediscovered pieces torn asunder,
Spray and splash,
A wound once given now returned.
Forgiveness asked cost too dearly,
Repentance offered not nearly enough,
Each person a god of their own,
And to me the God of Mistakes.
Why is it I only write poetry when my heart is in extremes? I haven't been able to write since Alisa, and now I'm writing again. Well, I owed her one, though this is really for the both of us.
Newly rediscovered pieces torn asunder,
Spray and splash,
A wound once given now returned.
Forgiveness asked cost too dearly,
Repentance offered not nearly enough,
Each person a god of their own,
And to me the God of Mistakes.
Why is it I only write poetry when my heart is in extremes? I haven't been able to write since Alisa, and now I'm writing again. Well, I owed her one, though this is really for the both of us.