Nothing But A Memory Poem by Adela Myers

For which the heart will always be broken but never shown... They will never no what lies beneath my honey suckled skin... As it slowly renovates it's self back together... The heart will never be whole again... For every time it shatters... That piece which is missing in the heart, that wound that'll never heal, that open scare which will remain eternal, shall forever be but a reminder of the one who has created thus painful memory...