They may be jagged,
but they are mine
my story,
my song,
all put in to word so carefully arranged
though I know I need to fix them up sometimes
they are made by me,
by my love
by my songs
they tell my hopes ,
my dreams,
my past
my future
they tell me
and who I am
who I want to become
they are me
living breathing parts of me
the words all from the soul
from heart and mind
they are what I wish to be
and
what I wish to be no more,
I live and dream then
Beg the memories to go away,
But because they are apart of me
they cant
they are me
