Easy

SheWasTheSun

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

 

  • Author: SheWasTheSun (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2016 23:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • SabreLi

    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

    • SheWasTheSun

      Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback.



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