Picked up your heart and I dropped it again
I dont know even why you wanna be friends
Both you and I know how it all ends
Tears in your eyes, pain in your side... Why do we go through the emotions just to pretend?
Time isn't free, we trade our lives for it every day
So, I refuse to waste it, be it mine, be it yours, ours, in any way.
Perhaps my heart is shielded, in time, from connection; intentions meant to be focused on personal progressions?
Not, unnecessary repetitive transgressions; these leave nothing in their wake, but proof of mistake, and don't answer any of my questions.
My desire to be with another, must be, purely mental.
Otherwise my heart would be free to connect, at least, on some level.
I fear though, that this is not the case; the outer me, seeing ALL, knows what I need, and is enforcing my chaste.
This freeing me to do what needs to be done.
To realize my goals and continue to build for my son.
Ugh, okay, I get it, I see now, and I will accept.
Thanks for showing, your plan to me, a simple, but willful, learning adept.
Written by Hugh Kennedy
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