I try to hide
just how I feel
and pretend
that time will heal
but I can’t forgive
or let go
and so I reap
all that I sow
where’s the love (with no)
so spit it out
That bitter pill
my old friend
your poison still
or remain the victim
Worse for ware
There is no justice
And it’s just not fair
But neither’s love
If all our yesterdays could
Be washed away for good
And it was understood
That we had it all to live for
If I could choose
The higher ground
With less disdain
For those around
And should I let go
Of all things past
Perhaps I would find
(some) Peace at last
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