Take That – laura vanbuskirk
They say that the past cannot hurt
It reminds me of the sorrows,
The pain felt, and broken choices
The small town places and ghostly faces
Putting people down behind closed doors
Being in confined spaces that created traces
Keeping up tabs, remembering scores
As I would walk by, naïve to the “T”
You’d pretend to smile behind clenched teeth
It used to unsheathe sharp bitterness
But now I disagree, so thank you for the memories
For I would not be me, you see?
You can’t hurt me anymore, I’m happy.
