There are time's when we wish for forgiveness, from our family, our friends, even our work colleague's but thats easy, the hardest part is to forgive yourself for the mess you've become intwinted in.
I watched as it unravelled, each of us not willing to speak until the bitter beer clouded our minds and spoke only truth for you had my heart.
That walk home was something of a mystery to me for I still cant fadam why such words were spoken.
In the light of day we realize who's at fault here and who must be to blame.
The ample streets don't recall us now, face's is a crowd is what has become us and empty feeling's lingering in the hall way are all that stand's between us, yes dear friend it's bitter sweet for the lie's have been spoken.
Confusion is thick amongst the crowd as to why, yet the tales of the past have not been spoken for the shame is too much to bare, society values its norm's while the outcasts stick to one side, its simply bitter sweet realization for those who linger.
I've fought hard and long about this, the idea turning in my mind for weeks now, I didn't think it would come to this, yet the idea brings about a smile on my face for I know the warmth inside such a dwelling is only inviting for those few.
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Its slowly starting to linger, we can see it coming, yet as of late we haven't been able todo anything about it.
Time hasn't been on our side and regrets are slowly starting to surface.
I've willing taken time for myself this year, which has only resulted in my progress and the sheer ability to rejoice each day, yet for some time is short.
Don't cry dear friend, come hold my hand under the night sky and let's walk.
A day to be is in order, a day to rejoice such love and a day to recoup all that's been lost.
Don't look up at the snow for its lies are hidden in its beauty.
I watched as it unravelled, each of us not willing to speak until the bitter beer clouded our minds and spoke only truth for you had my heart.
That walk home was something of a mystery to me for I still cant fadam why such words were spoken.
In the light of day we realize who's at fault here and who must be to blame.
The ample streets don't recall us now, face's is a crowd is what has become us and empty feeling's lingering in the hall way are all that stand's between us, yes dear friend it's bitter sweet for the lie's have been spoken.
Confusion is thick amongst the crowd as to why, yet the tales of the past have not been spoken for the shame is too much to bare, society values its norm's while the outcasts stick to one side, its simply bitter sweet realization for those who linger.
I've fought hard and long about this, the idea turning in my mind for weeks now, I didn't think it would come to this, yet the idea brings about a smile on my face for I know the warmth inside such a dwelling is only inviting for those few.
*
Its slowly starting to linger, we can see it coming, yet as of late we haven't been able todo anything about it.
Time hasn't been on our side and regrets are slowly starting to surface.
I've willing taken time for myself this year, which has only resulted in my progress and the sheer ability to rejoice each day, yet for some time is short.
Don't cry dear friend, come hold my hand under the night sky and let's walk.
A day to be is in order, a day to rejoice such love and a day to recoup all that's been lost.
Don't look up at the snow for its lies are hidden in its beauty.
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