I won't lie about the messes I've made,
And I can't help but to fiddle with love's blade.
One day I'll face my mistakes and man up my afraid,
But as for now, I'll let my summer waste away.

I won't cry because it fosters emotional haze,
And I can't hide from the fun in a game of chase.
It might not be today that I visit with my okay,
Instead, I'll keep stumbling into self-induced heartache.

I won't plod over my wisdom-less trades,
And I can't evade my dreams that inveigh gray when I wake.
It might not be tomorrow that I throw away my bag of pain,
So for the time being, I'll acquaint myself with the hurt of all my yesterdays.



Monday 29 July 2024