Stepped on the pride, I merely regained,
Pride to the meaning of, knowing what is right or wrong,
Making a stand of my own, even when I'm not a saint,
I used to know here I stood,
And I stood strong.
If you weren't a mere chauffeur,
Then why does it, what you did, made me hurt?
Onto a level of graveling, destroying, earth,
beneath my feet?
I looked you in the eye,
and asked you, ''Really? Why?''
You shrugged your shoulders and that,
I couldn't tell you I was mad,
Onto the level we connect,
Love? Or a slightly bit of sad,
But I didn't read in your eyes,
Any of that.
Are you just a bystander, who feels sorry,
If he doesn't attend at the time,
He would seem immorally?
Is this the man, I thought, to my heart would,
Besides crushing my heart, you crushed my integrities,
Trusting the 'I got you' phrase,
It rhymes with, Scottish Dialect and words
''they took a price''.
I know you can't talk, and I excuse myself of talking in a wordy haze.
I have been in a slumber, of my own making,
I have no excuse for that, if I would I think I'd be faking,
But we were a Front, a PAIR, towards remaking,
A better and a good life, busy painting,
Yet pride has made us,
Breaking the thing we try to contradict,
Yet there is no looking past,
A father, without drinking to a limit,
I know, if I drink, the kids won't suffer the last.
I am sad that I can't seem to reach you,
Sad is an understatement, I am devastated,
You can't see how you have embedded your being through,
Into mine and leaving it be, while it was so, accumulating true.
A broken trust, not just an expectation,
I rest in silence and hope you realize on your own,
Without a conversation,
This, when it keeps this way,
What we have, will be,
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