Why did I wait until it was too late?
I waited and waited
before I allowed your words to pierce me.
I have control over my own mind,
I've always had control
Yet, each time I left it,
tacitly approving it to run away with each negative thought.
And now that you've left me, I've allowed your words to pierce through me.
Like a sharpened shard of despair and remorse.
I want you to know, at least,
your words pierced my soul!
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Why did I wait until it was too late?
I waited and waited
before I allowed your words to pierce me.
I have control over my own mind,
I've always had control
Yet, each time I left it,
tacitly approving it to run away with each negative thought.
And now that you've left me, I've allowed your words to pierce through me.
Like a sharpened shard of despair and remorse.
I want you to know, at least,
your words pierced my soul!
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