Dark times
I was on attack.
Made such mistakes.
Wish I could go back

To unsay and undo
What I said and did.
To resay and redo
Quickly close the lid.

I would cage that lion
There's no doubt.
Sheathe the claws
Tear those memories out.

I can't, though I would.
It's done now for years.
Doesn't matter what I could.
There are those tears.

12/15/2009

Posted on 03/23/2010
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