Sunday, July 19, 2015

How odd

How odd this day I made 2 calls
For I cared enough to make it best
Only to trigger anger & disdain 

How odd he choose hurtful words to speak & type
With disregard for consequence or my care

By now i should see the truth; of how this man he truly feels
Hollow & dark deep inside that beating heart

How odd I choose to still cling on; to nothing more than broken truth
There is none more healing than god's grace and perhaps to move away

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