Close out your open book of love, life and the past. Go ahead laugh at your mistakes, you can’t change them.
The lessons are in the problems made, don't be enslaved by your pain, there’s nothing gained.
Forgive those who made it so hard to be forgiven, their living, moving on without looking back all smiles while you’re all tears.
Don’t be overcome by despair or grief, letting go is your relief of dreams, love and happiness, to pursue peace, to be satisfied with yourself.
Learn to love yourself.
A mission made alone leave room for open thoughts and your tears are born free, cleansing the soul of impurities of the heart, where compassion starts to grow. Moving towards the sunshine that sets in the eyes.
Chapters read, pages turned of life, love, loneliness, lost hope of dreams, dreamt so pleasant.
Hell bent. Could never been heaven sent or thoughts heaven spent. Pain never the same three times past. It won’t last, healing is a process. In time a finer wine. Bitter sweet.
What is the material of love made of? Left overs when pain is manufactured.
A side road open by pain, a next chapter to be made.
A lesson learn, when does a new life gets a turn? And when do we get to turn the pages of time to look back and close our eyes to dream of lost dreams of rainy days and happiness.
Chapters read seems endless, books of the past to be closed learning to deal with things, letting go.
There will be a happy ending!