The nightmares from my past
of a thousand broken hearts,
and loves lost by the wayside,
haunted me to wake,
to escape these horrors
and their begotten pain.
Shes lined up by the score,
waiting in an endless line,
to tell me of regrets,
and desires to try again.
Damage done so deep
and laid to waste
in times gone by,
that just won’t stay there,
in that past where they belong.
Lessons learned by me alone,
if not by any other,
involved in the carnage,
and ravaging of hearts.
So now they know
and they do see,
just what they left behind,
though needle be in,
so deep to core,
and it's damage be done
irreparably.
