False Accusations
Bitter cold as I sit in my room
Snow falling heavy
and I’m hit by the gloom.
Now I’m in deep thought
wondering what went wrong…
How’d they come up with this?
Feels like being accused falsely
of taking someone else’s song
Guess that’s why ignorance is a bliss
So they’re accustomed to being stuck in the midst.
On the way to forty weeks
as the seasons change…
This state of mind remains
but the heartache of heaven backwards
disappeared like the rain
Too much to stomach; I can’t take the pain
Rather stay focused than to go insane
Strong-hearted with a touch of love
Can you feel it?
Don’t take kindness for weakness…
That will only make things colder
Imperfectionist accuses with he said it, she said it
Can they prove it? Then you do it!
Life is too short to hold false grudges…
As we get older with time
We can wipe away those imperfect smudges
Smile a little more
Laugh a little harder
Hold on a little stronger…you know…honesty lasts longer
But until false accusations are proven to be innocent
This is how life goes, “It just is what it is, isn’t it?”
By: Aleasha Martin
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