Compromises in Life
The ruler is the hurt one
Those who left and now want to return
Denounced any rights that faithful day
They must wait for her to realize it
They must do what she feels
Her heart is the dictator
Her beats leads her
Her reason leads her
There is an imbalance
Until there is a rhythm they must wait on the sidelines
Slowly, beats and reason reach each other
Slowly, she dictates what they should do
Slowly, they earn once again a place in her life
But never the place they had before...but somewhere where they may witness her life.
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Compromises in Life
PoetryThe new year brought forth the need of goals to be established. One them being to write more and post more. My writing will most likely be about letting go of the past, working on my goals, working on forming new relationships, so it'll somewhat a...
