Goodbyes & Cries

Goodbyes & Cries long poem

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A present overwhelmed with fear is easy to realize
when all you have is secrets you wish to keep oblivious-
from those whom you care for and seek their forgiveness
These realizations are lessons learned through regrets-
remorse, and most importantly memories I constantly visualize.

My past is something I can’t get past or escape-
but here I am trying to rationalize through denial-
and stating the obvious whilst being emotional.
To many my intention may look like deception-
But to me this situation is no jape worth agape!

And though deceit may bring me my grand prize-
a happily ever after, still I fail to be that callous.
So I sit here writing about hurts and loss.
I don’t know if you can call me wise or just tired of lies.

All I know is that I can’t stop drying my eyes
I don’t need someone to be chivalrous
I just need to find answers and your prayers.
My journey is long but my goodbyes were harder than my cries!

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