You spit in my face and tear through my soul.
The intricacies and delicacies of life, pay my toll.
I cause hurt, have been hurt, but feel nothing withal.
The lifetimes we often choose to accept,
are the ones we often choose regret.
with no middle-ground I am left here to say,
disregard the past, create a new day.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
You spit in my face and tear through my soul.
The intricacies and delicacies of life, pay my toll.
I cause hurt, have been hurt, but feel nothing withal.
The lifetimes we often choose to accept,
are the ones we often choose regret.
with no middle-ground I am left here to say,
disregard the past, create a new day.
