ron parrish aka wordman

Bitter sweet, memories

bitter sweet memories,

lay gentle on her mind,

another place,

another time.

 

The love

of my life,

that i have,

left behind.

 

she feels betrayed,

battered and beaten,

all through her mind,

she feels like a woman left behind.

 

Once her heart,

a beautiful rose,

now her heart tattered and torn,

as it starts to close.

 

Her mind wanders,

her soul at bay,

maybe love will bloom again,

i hope and pray.

 

A woman,

that has lost her bloom,

her heart melts,

as it goes back in her cocoon.

 

But one day,

her heart will start to bloom,

and i will be there,

to melt that cocoon...