Here we are again, another turn in history
A time where promises are made to oneself and each other and then broken
Moments are so precious and so are resolutions
In the end, we repeat the cycle and say, “Next year, I will...”
Yet, we don’t
It’s like a festering sore that cannot heal because we are too childlike to stop picking at the scab and let it heal
Don’t be the guy who drags the girl along and drops her
Don’t be the girl who plagues the guy and plays him
Let’s be people of integrity; be honest
If you don’t love someone, don’t lie and say you do
If you don’t want to be there, don’t force yourself with denial
So, here we go again, another turn in history
Change the cycle or be forever enslaved to it
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Crown Nobl3
Poetry is my silent voice.
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