You Find It
Go Ahead my time is for your wasting
That’s the taste of resentment and love you’re tasting
I suppose I’ll watch you drown in the mire
You think is at the will of my deeds and desire
Your mind I torturing itself, it’s a thing I cannot ease
All I do is try the best to help, but I cannot gift your inner peace
You have to find it yourself
Copyright © Jennifer Hagen | Year Posted 2020
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