The past is dust
The bells have been rung
Look on to tomorrow
And your song shall be sung
Jealousy, a demon so evil
An endless ring you can't control
Free yourself from the pain
End the torment now
consumed, anxious and stained
Endless what ifs and doubt
Send this culprit out
It's natural, what you're about
Enjoy yourself, you weren't without
The conquests of another
In days before your time
Were taken in a different life
Forego this devil's rhyme
Trust in the process
Own your own past self
Continue to make progress
Or put contentment on a shelf
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Author:
Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2023 11:46
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