For us her pride was a worthless dime,
That's what I hear her saying;
Justified is her pain and whine,
It is, I admit, a gory slaying.
All those things that she held dear,
No longer exist save her tear;
Which refuses to stream down and wash away
Those unpardonable wounds that claim to stay.
She found herself arrested in a labyrinth
Of vain truths and lame promises
Of a friend indeed and a pillar of strength
Neither of who a helping hand could lend.
But what she knows not is the other side of the coin,
Hapless undoings in the guise of crime;
Deserting beloveds to seek selfish pleasure
Or is it a prophecy of an inexorable measure?
She sees our lives as a selfish bargain
Of her pride for our eternal flagrance,
But I see it as a heavy price we pay
To wage a war with this world of reasons -
Reasons to live as an image, as a reflection
Feed one's soul to their endless desires of perfection
How do I tell her that it's not easy here too ?
Hurting her has split me cruelly into two .
But this is the only way we saw
To walk the road as total outlaws
I apologize truly for all that has passed
I dearly love you, O Sister of my Heart!!
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3 comments:
Been a year, where are you?
wow if I was her would have run right into ur outspread arms :)
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