Hearing you tells me this
That I can
And that I wish
That I knew exactly what was wrong with me
Because this isn’t what I call ‘bliss’
Is it the bittersweet love
Or is it the betrayal that I thought once was?
Is it the lonesome shadow in the night
Or is it the progression that I have to sit tight?
Is it because I feel like I’m chained
By the miserable thresholds that were placed
On me so long ago?
Why am I hurting?
I’d like to know.
A notification
A bit slow
I wish it was easy
I don’t want to be hurt
Someone my write my script for me
Because I can’t speak for the term
There’s so much I wish I could understand
While I sit here speaking with all my new friends
People care
And I wish I knew
Why I even bothered to give up
Like I do
But I know that I’m supposed to stand
So which is it?
Was this planned?
Was the pain here to show me that I can?
Or is reminding me of the memories that want to thrive and live?
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
