Inspired to write... You were a pretty path, but I walked years in the wrong direction. You cannot make a diamond from dirt. If you dont know the amount youre worth, you become living abnegation. The potential has faded and now, so are you. When you wake from your druken haze, Ill be too far down a new phase. Theres no phrase I can use to explain, how much I suffered or the amount of pain, I endured waiting in vain for you to open your eyes and try. My eyes have dried and sympathy is in short supply. You can dress a pig in silk but shes still a swine. Youll never crawl out of this bottle of wine. Youre too far gone and enjoying every minute of it... Instant gratification doesnt last. I cannot continue running off the memory of you in the past. You used to be full of light, but you knocked on darks door, and someones finally answered your plea for more. The price is steep and youll realize when the debt becomes unpayable. I refuse to try making a diamond from dirt. Youre beautiful bullshit. If you continue to abnegate your self-worth, Ill get farther in your rearview until Im no longer in your dust. This time when I walk away I wont take pause. You played a good woman well, but from me youll receive no applause. Those men are going to drag you straight to hell. Im a good man and you wont destroy my wings, one feather at a time. Do what you must...My little lost cause.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 23:39:07 +0000
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