Sadness of a heartbroken woman
where she is sleepless at night,
tossing and turning
from left to right.
So the bottle of wine
on her dresser
suppresses
the truth as she struggles
to wipe away
the tears from her eyes.
Those sex flashbacks
are the ghosts that
roam freely in her dreams
and forgiveness is for free
while she sleeps,
but when she wakes up to reality
forgiveness comes with a price.
Jealousy begins to arise
like the sun in the morning
as now she is at the stage of strife
and the ugly truth is the starving monster.
in the closet
where love’s beauty was devoured
piece by piece.
- Do you think forgivness comes with a price?
- Are you currently struggling with forgivness at this moment?
- Why do people that are not fully heal, tend to hurt others and how do we stop this cycle?
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