Friday, July 2, 2010
I spend each day thinking about not thinking about you. It is in truth that peace is found and in peace that my soul is released to soar free above the darkness that now prevails. In making sense of that which does not my heart weeps and the ache is irreversible.
If you knew the affect upon my being,
would it change the way you avoided speaking the truth.?
Surfacing above denial is the ultimate in truth.
Is it a fault to not understand or just plain stupidity?
Was it I saw or didn't see?
I guess there is more in life to worry about but
nothing scars more heavily upon the heart than love lost.