Still a note for that one I let slip away. Orig date written : May 21st 2012

Yesterday was a war between this heart and mind

A battle between the senses and judgement

And time alone can tell the tale of the hopeless, broken and hurting

A witness to these old wounds, old dreams old scars

Old dreams that used to flood my sleep

Familiar with the twinge of pain that send tears trickling down this cheek

and an ache I could never get used to.

Now that wounds have scarred,

Dreams now phantoms within these sheets.

Another story to tell to the hopeless romantics,

another story of the same broken heart

this time stung and paying its toll

another scar from love's twisted games

broken,

 hurting.