The Whys
A poem From The Roux: vii link below.
The whys, and why’s for the wise. Despite my unfaithful plea of thoughts that scar me and were fair to me, you know you don’t gotta rely on me. Or reply to me. You don’t gotta face me, you could even erase me. You could wish to make a blank of me, but one thing you can’t do is; make me hate, despise, or resent you, though I had an obvious clue – I already do
You were a friend, you were an enemy, but even through the periods of hardships and hard tips you were there for me. I couldn’t look at you out of whatever reason, I felt disgusted for some feelings and decisions. I lowered myself to false assumptions. Peel back the sheets observe the hints, and you may not be one who sticks around to savor the taste of this situation.
When the stone of life drops, or skips in the soul of man, causes a distorted ripple in thy perception, the waters come back in tack, and I can see myself clearly again as I once was ‘laughing at myself ‘ my own personal friend.
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