Whats next...

by Little Lisa   Oct 24, 2008


How does one not know the value of honesty and trust.
That instead of trying to find a resolution one would rather let the problem sit and watch it as it rusts.

Feeling sorry is an emotion that you do not know.
You find it more comforting to feel anger and to make sure others feel just as low.

I am told that I'm loved, yet,
Every time we argue your love for me is the first thing you regret.

I should had known from the first time you filled me with such doubt.
But who knew that love could experience any sort of drought.

My mind will continue to battle such strife.
While wondering what it next to come--the story of my life.

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