That isn’t my stuff
It's no longer my home
I called your bluff
Now I’m alone
A choice that I made
And I had to make it
I swallowed the blame
Consequences complicate
Acknowledged the price
That comes with release
I offered the knife
To create my peace
I felt the blade
Cutting a path
Held it anyway
Love's aftermath
Creating a hole
With no rush to fix it
A place for my soul
To find comfort and quiet
The dance and the dancer
Finding the beat
Sweet taste of surrender
With the touch of bare feet
Tender is the thought
That love could be again
When the space that you fought for
Allows you to let it back in
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (1)
Good work and could this be about love and disbelief working together.