Hindsight.
You cut through me
Once all usefulness is past
Rub salt in my wounds
Kick me while I’m down
And fill me with guilt
At my own
Repeated
Shortcomings.
30/04/2014
© Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall
Hindsight.
You cut through me
Once all usefulness is past
Rub salt in my wounds
Kick me while I’m down
And fill me with guilt
At my own
Repeated
Shortcomings.
30/04/2014
© Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall