She was the sort of a woman
Who could leave a scar across
A lifetime of yearning, a life
Time for healing, perhaps

If you didn't watch out you'd
Never forget her, and never
Move on and up to better and
Better yourself than some other

As hard as it was you would never
Regret it, forget it, and never stop
Wanting to taste one more time
For old sake, for trying, for now

She was the sort of a woman
Who would scar herself over
Over and over a lifetime of
Healing and trying to love

4/20/20 5:30 PM