They Don'T Know
They Don't Know
As the dawn parades its certainty of luminous day,
They thought the day is the same,
They see the smiles of the birds,
Swirls of the sweet morning air,
But malice rapes and pollutes the harmony,
They thought they knew it,
The perfect days of their blindness,
The blurred reality of them,
To them, love house-baked perfection,
Split to that see how hurting it's,
A time you bet not to cry as you let go,
But it is a say easier said than passed,
Haunt of cabin you made,
Chew you, it sucks the strength you are barricading in,
And you find yourself crumbling in tears,
Let them say is over,
They don't know, the bairn of nostalgia coming after them,
Never say it's done before squeezing it all out,
Just tell them to know what you love,
Because you don't have time by your cup of tea,
They don't know! It is a pain of nostalgia.
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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