Sweet tears and memories are all that we have
I ’d trade countless pennies
To get some of them back
Found somewhere in a catalog,
Pinched the pages to save it
Thought I could have it all
Healing this inner conflict
All the while time sits laughing, at our plans in a bar
With Healed wounds and Band-Aids
Handmade trophies and scars
I lost my sun to your shade
Fell for your make believe stars
Promised wishes and dreams
Hopeless games that we played
Threads tugged at the seams
Tattered, torn and frayed
The moon rises no matter
Hold on to what you got
Win or lose, you’re the potter
And you can’t get those things back
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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