Once upon a time i wrote every day
Sun, rain, shine, snow, sleet or rain
anytime was a good time for this pain
for now my chest bear a different pain
self hate to respect, fake love to the real thing
sounds so positive.. doesn't it?
our negative pains bares similarity to the positive with different meaning
every new father knows the feeling
once young and full of braun every lost bar fight left the marks
negative pain of loss, sorrow filling what was once pride
now mature and becoming the coach to their little slugger
positivity fills the memory of the first hit, misery follows the groin where the ball meets
in retrospect the ideology of pain, regardless of why, remains the same
learning experience