Baskadia

Just like a song being replayed,

a scar refusing to fade away,

imprinted a constant reminder of the pain,

hoping constantly that it will pass away,

but slowly you feel your happiness fade to grey

and joy is at your finger tip just a grasp away but it is all gone and you awake

oh joy oh joy I still feel your  after taste dancing in my tongue

like two dancers about to tango

or two solider at war it is strong and it doesn't come off and the still voice telling me it could all become yours just let go of all the pain.