sorrow

 
write a poem of infamy
my story is nothing new
I love with my soul that's what I do

Twelve Years of Sorrow written out
inked with a well of tears
you were there to jeer and cheer

you don't want to hold on or let go of me either
the years have been good to you
time isn't on my side

cruelly, you hurt me with sadness
acutely aware of your movements
I let you down...sure, sure

you reintroduced drugs into my life you were a trigger
so you could play mean hearted games
now a conscience has appeared from nowhere

in innocence, I speak from brokenness
your guilt is apparent
you push and pull

lying to me