Circumstance
I wish I knew the outcome of our lives,
it appears that being apart is the only answer to our crimes.
Why do things have to be like this?
Conflict between us resolved with just a kiss.
Only too late trying to figure ourselves out,
wanting to talk, not scream and shout.
I just want to come home and know that you love me,
an unconditional status where we don't beg and plea.
It's never too late to have a change of heart,
an ultimatum to have a fresh start.
Not as dangerous not as painful,
a status to be eternally grateful.
Love does not remember mistakes from the past,
I know I made them never wanting them to last.
The agony of circumstance waking to it everyday,
wishing it would end I can only hope and pray.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2006
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