What if trust is a curse
Can't tell what hurts the most again
The truth or the mysterious lies
An action of now ended a beginning
A De Javu before my eyes hurts me
Wanting to cry but my guilts dries it
Wish that today can be a yesterday
And a tomorrow that can't be a today
Because my reflection is ashamed of me
As my actions are always predicated lies
Broken but could be fixed with time
Guilty but would be okay with time
Lost but can still be found with time
Hurt but could be healed with time
Time definitely says it all with time
The Poet
