Sometimes, it’s just easy
To let the embers die
To let the heart sink
And the eyes go blind
To the beauty of the pink
In the bright morning sky
Sometimes, it’s just easy
To let the mind forget
About the smiles she wore
Or the cotton sheets on her bed
To let the grace fade to gore
To let the memories rest
Sometimes, it’s just easy
To paint her eyes black
To write the story wrong
To rip apart the map
To blame a stupid song
To speak of what she lacks
But really, it’s never easy
Nothing truly is
Yet, to erase the past
Hurts less than to miss
A love that didn’t last
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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Such true words; people are always taking the so-called 'easy' route, but often in times of great sadness and pain, neither option is really 'easy'. I, for one, tend to turn pain into anger as I find this much easier to deal with than hurt and yet, beneath the surface, the pain still exists. Well done xx
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback.
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