Walking in an alley.
It’s nothing new.
Just something I do to get through
the tough times.
Emotions marinate like steak, I
think I need some tenderizing.
There’s no timing like perfect timing
but, striving to be perfect
is like driving a car into the horizon.
You’ll never drive by it.
Maybe that’s why it’s
so hard to heal my heart.
Because people aren’t perfect.
And it’s hard to find closure
when I feel like putting the work in isn’t worth it.
I mean, if real conversations aren’t willing to be had
then, what is the purpose?
I know that actions speak louder than words
but, words aren’t worthless.
Sometimes, in order to heal we
need to peel open the seal and
talk about things
that are below the surface.
Genres: Family, Friendship, Hurt, Life, Pain, Relationships, Rhyme,