A tear sprouted from each corner
The sun’s rays reflecting in broken eyes?
Or were emotions stronger
than a beautiful morning and words of advice?
I’d love to blame the beams;
“The morning sun can be so tiresome.”
I’d love to have an answer;
“Lies hurt more than being replaced.”
It needs time.
Give me just that, to pick up speed and pace.
Give me just that, to give it all a place.
When it is all through and done; forgiven, not forgotten?
Give me just that, to let you do the math.
Give me just that, to create a new path.
When it is all through and done, will time have shattered memories?
Maybe it was their advice that necked me?
Maybe it was the way you treat your friends.
Maybe it’s in the way you leave me be?
Maybe I grew tired of making amends.
Fear sprouted from each word.
This forgotten space in time, covered by night.
I feel like I am cursed.
Without a vision of the end in sight.
I’d love to blame the night;
“I just need a good night’s rest.”
I’d love to have a response:
“I have no clue who you are talking about.”