Regrets
Memories torn apart
And left forgotten
Like an artist's box
Of watercolors,
Now hard and dry,
Sometimes make paths
Within my heart
Waking my soul
To what I am and
What I want to be.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2005
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