Patience
I should'nt have been suprised,
I should'nt have been suprised.
I have expected this
yet, why did it took me by suprised?
It's not like it was the first time it happen, or the second.
The pain is all too familiar
and one I can never get used to.
Silly me to fancy myself upon such things.
Foolish me to even act upon such things.
Yes, indeed I knew better
and yes, indeed I guess I set myself up for failure.
But the pleasure of it all was enticing,
the feeling of it all kept me coming for more,
the thoughts of it tickle my heart and lift the corners of my mouth!
It gave me clean oxygen to breathe greedily and brightness into my eyes
in which I was denied of, and have forgotten the rich emotions of it.
Alas, I did'nt expect it to end so soon.
I guess such honor is indeed, denied from me.
Pitiful me, to confuse manners and kindness as potential love.
Love do not exist for me in this realm I am in.
Needless to say, I must save my heart to a realm that will receve me.
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