Would it mean anything to be understand.?. If the past came back around to tell u bcuz finally can... To know they get it due to senses found compassion to live... As to receive the satisfaction of what self put in... To get the answers one seeks... As if awaking from a dream... Feeling a response that settles the nerve... Showing somehow for u there once was worth... Jus so they know u were fucking there... To flip positions n heal the takes... After standing alone in the heart of battles... Rattled... As the war of the hearts lost the individuality of careless minds... Stepping to u with an apology here life... What good would come from the pain.?. If questions were asked n replies were made... Salvaging a piece of a friendship forever gone... Admitting they were wrong... Is the attachment worth the ache it would take to allow the feel back in.?. Tugging on the ventilation of rips... Like rusted nails straightened to be reused... Careful not to be a fool... Pulled from the skin the same claw hammer that rearranged ur face... Where in life is the better off of knowing ever come into play.?. Like, should it matter if it sets us loose.?. Jus having the reason that took so fucking long to obtain... Collaborating with the left to the right brain... Felt in the pits of uselessness in which we've lived for how long... Taking away ur favorite song... Would asking one last time ease the wonder if it were possible to get the satisfaction deserved... If words were heard... N time stood still to claim the moment of truths... Could u turn around n listen n once again forget ur own use.?. Giving them a chance to come clean for the save their own guilt spewing from lips that never cared... Is being the better person ever fair.?. As the sound of their voice returns to settle differences ready to reconcile... Do they even exist anyone in the memories file.?.
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