Shadows can be hidden
in the dark,
but dawn has now arrived.
My expectations shouldn't change
for the people who will not.
The knife in my back
is pointing her finger again.
You force feed me pain,
that's not yours to digest,
but you
cannot dictate my forgiveness.
It is mine
alone.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
Shadows can be hidden
in the dark,
but dawn has now arrived.
My expectations shouldn't change
for the people who will not.
The knife in my back
is pointing her finger again.
You force feed me pain,
that's not yours to digest,
but you
cannot dictate my forgiveness.
It is mine
alone.
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