When things
were easy
Where I just
had to walk
And find
that outstretched hand
Now it’s
farther and harder to touch
And the will
to move fades away
Maybe it was
love, maybe it wasn’t
Who knows
what it is today?
I can write
her a thousand times
Yet I know
nothing will sway
Somethings
are inevitable
You can’t
always do what you say
It’s easier
to cut and bleed
Than to have
an open wound inside
Rotting away
what’s left of your heart
Saving
something that’s meant to have died
I can write
her a thousand times
And she will
always reply
With a smile
and a friendly tone
But its
foolhardy to even try
There was a
time, a before
It’s gone
now – but I stayed back
Sometimes
it’s hard to forget
What I had
and now lack.
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