Get Rid Of The Advertisements

It Will Never Be Over, Honestly
The essence of five years is this:
fighting for something I could never have,
knowing all too well i couldnít,
and Iím sorry for that.

At any moment Iíd have assumed that role,
taken it up like a thief in the early morning,
stealing bread and money from a beggar,
who needed safety and comfort.

It wasnít that easy, I know.
Itís a shame it wasnít. It could have been easy.
Not the process but the outcome.
Nevertheless, we stand alone together.

Thereís some strange comfort in that.

By southernblood

© 2017 southernblood (All rights reserved)


Read more poems by  southernblood
Send this poem to a friend
Read 2 viewers comment(s)

The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page