I sometimes wonder
if my heart deserves
the bruises you tend
to sometimes leave behind.
The scars from wars
fought over lies.
Omitted fruit
tasting like paradise
on a starving tongue.
I sometimes wonder
if you will ever accept
that the sky isn't always blue.
Sometimes there's pain
and with it, rain.
But flowers grow anew.
You strut your stuff
while I walk the plank.
While your ships afloat
and my boat has sank.
I sometimes wonder
if you see me
in the midst of her shadow.
Standing and waiting.
I sometimes wonder.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
I sometimes wonder
if my heart deserves
the bruises you tend
to sometimes leave behind.
The scars from wars
fought over lies.
Omitted fruit
tasting like paradise
on a starving tongue.
I sometimes wonder
if you will ever accept
that the sky isn't always blue.
Sometimes there's pain
and with it, rain.
But flowers grow anew.
You strut your stuff
while I walk the plank.
While your ships afloat
and my boat has sank.
I sometimes wonder
if you see me
in the midst of her shadow.
Standing and waiting.
I sometimes wonder.
Just words on a page, is it anger or rage? I guess we will never know.
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