Its the dare...
Of an assumption made...
A move taken without clarification...
Becomes the turmoil made...
From love a stranger comes to be...
Motion stops...
A crossroad now comes into view
From anger forgiveness is preached
To rise above the depth in attempt to bury the light with shadow
Because when someone takes it upon themselves...
To make all choices for another...
Ownership of all side effects get placed upon them
The good, the bad, and the disappointment...
Hands are meant for holding onto the embrace made
Not for crafting the manipulation done
Breadcrumbs of lies told...
Lead to the story lines recited
And the heart is always an eager reader, wishing to believe...
A realization is found...
Like all dreams, the truest ones are always based in reality
Which forever changes this image seen
The spotlight is drawn...
There is no justification within the venom
Actions always speak louder...
Especially when they try to trespass across boundaries laid
From this darkness footsteps lead
A being now learned from change
Is the hard lesson within life learned
Because when the only thing offered now is silence...
The reminder makes itself known
The best form of an apology...
Only comes when that act is bigger than the disrespect ever was.
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