Memories can have a taste, I've discovered That one is of ash and cinders Notes of regret, of hate Of salty tears I also know broken things tend to be sharp I was both and bad when we first met Cutting you and cutting deep Your poor, bloodied hands never to heal And so I made you I forced you to let me go So you would hurt no more For one not worth hurting for Now it's scored on my retinas As Nana's were with her love's DVD Your crumpled, red, howling face And a sound that still robs me of sleep But I was wrong You were what I needed And wrong again was I Feeling that which has since healed Broken things tend to be sharp, I said Yet your scarred hands did mend Putting me together, piece by piece Filling what was missing with gold A lucky cup am I Made whole and able to hold once more By my girl who wouldn't give up Trust me, I tested, I tried ...Thank you for holding on
AJ Carney 