You were a sweet, bright star,
Did you know?
The secrets you held close;
The knowledge you nurtured,
No other did.
It's futile to say it, like talking to a basement wall.
I act like a God regardless.
Undeniably innocent.
There isn't any mountain I could move,
Any sea I could I part,
Any poem I could cry,
That might make you see;
Some things are better left sewn shut.
My own scars lay bleeding always.
E.