#rymes

Was it right of me to left them?

Did I make the wrong call?

Am I the monster who they think I am?

Have I just proven their point?

Flashes of happy memories pass by,

laughs,

jokes,

They come here to remind me the mistakes I've done.

Maybe I should have stayed,

maybe hold on for a little longer,

maybe I should have stopped counting each second,

and maybe start over.

Maybe.

But a clock does not stop it's ticking,

and Time does not forgive errors.

If Death ever sets me free,

is my fate to simply surrender?

Or should I rage?

Rage as they taught me.

Rage as they always told me.

Fight,

kick,

SCREAM.

Oh, perhaps another mistake that would be?

. . .

You mean more to me than just your past. Insecurities and the love that didn’t last. Your mistakes are not a permanent mask. Secrets and happiness will always clash. Love within can never be a backlash. You mean more than that eagle you cast. Anger spills over causing hearts to crash. Spawning ripples of whiplash; a gash. Distrust and suspicion tighten like a sash. Dispensing pure love like a hot flash. Leaving your spirit weak, mind abash. You mean more than that balderdash. No need for a single batting eyelash. True love never requires any rehash. Trust your heart and come out of that prickly ash.

Happy birthday to Hazel! I hope you have a great day. qwq 

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