Every time you turn around and show me you don’t care
They are like daggers to my heart I have come to bear.
Every time you leave my hand, I fold mine in prayer
Every time you come back, I move away little farther
Every time you come back only to go away yet again
They make me wary of even the times you remain.
Every time you make me cry for no fault of mine
It takes away the meaning from those rare smiles of thine
Every time you move away, I discover a stronger me
Every time you break my trust, I find a new faith in me
To let go, to step back, to hold my head high, to walk away
Every time you let tears fill my eyes, I find a new reason to smile
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Grey Strokes
PoetryThe color grey is an interesting shade - non-committal, on the fence, always on edge. The verses you find in this little book of poems are much like the color. Take them with a color of your choice and you will uncover some hidden truths or take the...
