Must it be said?
I see those tears
Washing away what they did
Wish me a better man
So as to exact revenge
But
Guilty I stand as well
Words that cut like swords
I no longer want to defend
Such is the end
When hurt turns to pleasure
Must you know?
That I’m ready
We are all participants
In the trampling
Such is the end
I promise to hold both your hands
As I watch you plan your escape
I won’t blame you
I won’t hold you back
It’s okay…
A poem with no name.
I’ll leave it here for you…
Axel Garcia 