I granted you a pardon, love ~
I smashed open the lock ~
And threw away the key ~
I granted you freedom ~
To love me again ~
With one condition ~
To our unconditional love ~
That when lips parted ~
Only the truth would spill forth into my mouth ~
But you broke your probation, love ~
You speak of it with vengeance ~
But find it so difficult to tell ~
So I boarded up my heart again ~
I nailed it quite shut ~
And now I grant you nothing, love ~
Because now all that I can do ~
Is grant freedom to myself ~

Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo

i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine

maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring