Wednesday, March 19

The Split


The Split, 3/19/14

There's no mystery we have a history
Whether it be good or bad
But our history just brings misery
And all I am is sad.

There's no reason for your treason
Though you think that I don't know
But your treason made me leave you
And it cut me to the bone.

There's a feeling now that I'm healing
That I won't be hurt again
And the healing got me believing
And now I'm glad I have.

There's a madness to my gladness
As real happiness takes hold
And the gladness gave me courage
To continue life, alone.

Bekkie Sanchez ©

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