I always take the easier path
I think you know that by now
But once I set a deadline
I will hold strong to it
Or I will do my best to try
I've always been weak when it comes to you
Count your blessings when it comes to that
That you have that loophole
It will eventually close
Second chances that have turned into
Third or fourth or fifth ones
May soon disappear
Will you regret it
When they do?
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Showing posts with label #weak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #weak. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Count Your Blessings
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Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Forgiven
I'm not sure how much longer we two can wander
Two hearts, two souls bound halfway the world around
Not yet able or ready to be, if only we could foresee
The bumps in the pathway, the call at the end of the day
Balanced by goodness, purity and light, Knowing in our hearts what's wrong and what's right
These thing we sustain have grown weak, causing pain
Two things can be done to heal two hearts already won
The answers are easy, already written,
Drawn together, spoken, forgiven
Saturday, July 19, 2014
The Conversation*(An adventure in Sonnets Part 2)
No longer, a child do I seek
Nature or nurture neither will sway
My own body, my will, wilst not obey
Stay quiet love and let me speak
With thy noble equine visage, sallow, hallow'd cheek
You cannot answer thus today
Less your mother belied your father with a Fae
Don’t cry my love, one might think you weak
Forsooth, I cannot bare the sight
Though it grieves me much to say it
The words make me, seem flighty and trite
Can I hold your hand before the journey starts?
It scares and pains me to betray it
I care only now for protection, not for our hearts.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Slander
No one is made to be perfect
Everyone is made to be strong
When we tear each other down
We only destroy ourselves
Our foundations are built of trust
Lies serve only to obliterate
Viciousness and slander are the tools of the weak
Helping them only to fall further
We must stop trying to top and topple each other
Together we can reach the stars
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