When Will It End
You hurt me real bad,
I got angry and mad.
I, in turn, hurt you too.
You were sad and blue.
When will the cycle end?
My fair-weather friend.
That depends on you and l
Why do I have a black eye?
We have the power to break
this cycle of heartache.
Why shall we cause pain?
We have a choice to abstain.
Let's be better and do better,
Not another dear John letter.
Let's sow words that heal
with a continuous zeal.
Alexis Y.
03/22/2021
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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