It Is About Time
(Dec 20, 2011)
I’ve learned from those bitter journeys
I’ve walked in fogs of deafen scorns
But what hurt the most come from his,
All of the slapping lies and heartfelt thorns
Days of scary shoutings and nights of haunted dreams
Months of shredded feelings and years of wounded limbs
When will this be over, how would I end this?
Love him still, but love my life more
I’ve saved enough bravery to leave all of his,
The face of regret that always drowns me more
It’s about time to treat him like a crime
Stay distant, owe him no dime
I’ve swollen my fright to take this climb
Just to get here and hear this blissful chime
Why now?
Well I think it’s about time
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2012
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