Andrew Hauton Poetry

Bits and pieces, And places in between, Shattered hearts, And broken dreams; Nothing matters, When in doubt, Of the Person, You always think about; You care This much it feels, And it stings a bit, But I guess it heals, Too late, Too far, Too much, For her; Skip the reason, And move on far, Cause at the end; It's not worth another scar ... Andrew Hauton