"Hunny"

All the drama in the World
won't work like it did
when you was young(er)
want'n attention;

misconceptions of
victimizations projected
frum ya own perception
onto listen'n ears
ah knights in training
jes hopin' they champion
ya self-inflicted misery

Poor poor Penelope
tied up on tha tracks agin
from choices she made
to lie down on 'em

Here's the thing, "Hunny"
bitchin an bully'n
will only git ya the same
in the long run cause
ya reap what ya sow
while cry'n ya a good person

We awl good people
the only difference is
our actions

be they acceptin'
ah circumstance an movin' on
or, bittah over tha loss
ah somethin we nevah owned
ta b'gin with

No one is evah
ours ta keep, as though
we created 'em from scratch

They're only experience . . .

It's how gracefully
ya let go that determines
how much ya grown

or still need to

Bless ya heart

~