Artfully crafted and dipped in true peril.
Contemplation of nights well spent.
Forgetful of "two sides to a coin".
Realizations of a morning hell bent.

Secrets and rumors all divulged.
In a world filled with mess.
Complications not easily dissolved.
I seem to fill like the best.

Condemnation comes in the multiple.
Surpassed only by guilt.
True character shines in these moments.
Compassion to the tears that were spilled.

Take from me more than words.
Rhetoric that could woe any opposition.
Instead take comfort in what you know.
Some form of trust - a new composition.