Amends

To appease the post of profoundness you break away to progress Through mindless battles of ego and treacherous confiding like chemo Creating your reality and fakeness----You have turned around and taken this Frozen heart, none the less, and given it a "cliched" reason to "die." Secrets of better days --often heard in "mending our ways" Our paths cross and seem untouched. The certainty of nothingness has cradled our lives and ambushed this thing that we call love. The car is dead, my friend. Our travels will very soon end up in our hearts, broken-left only to mend all in the damned name of Love. Your change is a choice, to progress and to voice because what you had is a blast at my heart and my soul. I've created havoc again, only to seem to choose the "sin" of letting it go and trusting it so for the last loves I've had never mend.