It would be wonderful If wounds could heal without leaving a trace. Not even a memory That makes you flinch When you remeber That horrible phase. It… Read more “Wonderful”
Author: Lizardin Bain
Occasional writer, vocational dreamer, helpless romantic, and hypocritical cynic.
A thought
I wonder what you see when you stare at my face that smiles back at you? You say all the things I wish I was But am… Read more “A thought”
Right
I can give out blame like Santa gives out well wishes. I can find many reasons to shame Every person that touched my life. Their hands were… Read more “Right”
Make it
Make it against the lies against the odds against the tides and cursing sods. Make it despite the pain despite the truth despite the chain and sliding… Read more “Make it”
Scarlet on green
My little, cudly dream This fuzzy feeling May be my damnation. Yet I dream Scarlet on green. My lovely, sacred dream Tastes, like salvation.
