Kind regards

I was under the impression
You had learnt your lesson
Of knowing when to stop
To release and unblock

You said it had occurred
The lines no longer blurred
Clarity could be found
Rest assured, be astound

The tormented face
Left signs of disgrace
A surprise no more
As all the lies soared

Do tell me again
Was it this that you meant
When you broke through the glass
Of winter’s past

Was it all planned out
To ignore the shout
And continue in denial
As if our life was a trial.


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