Ashlesha

I'd love to heal my words

And the poison behind them

Would turn into an antidote.

No one else would be hurt

Because of my acid quotes.

I'd like to heal my world

And the scary ghosts in it

Would be flowers on a grave.

I'd see something high above

Nothing else I'd need to crave.

But I'm still so clung

To what past left in my soul

That what's on my tongue

Are the things I can't control.

I'd like to believe in love

I wish I let it touch me deeply;

And leave the fear of being left.

All my torturers would vanish;

Secrets I can hardly express.