Love deadly as any sin I've ever laid hands upon
Finding self upon
The plight of obsession of compulsion dissuading,
manipulating trying to change lover to the image I thought she should be
not realizing I was the one who needed to change
so busy, trying to fix them in process.
I forgetting; how to fix self consistently,
pointing fingers of blame.
I am right, you are wrong...
life is much easier that way,
looking upon them instead of self
always making her feel lesser
than the person she was meant to be
because of the wrongs,
she has traced her feet upon
putting her down with my righteousness.
But in process, I the man that I was,
closed all doors to proper communication.
I only saw her for who I wanted her to be,
not for who she really was.
For I did not realize,
I was just as much a part of the disease
of our failing heart's as she was.
The hurt I have brought God please forgive me .
Through my days of living I have watched
love fail upon the hearts of the multitudes,
I have heard such things as my love did not feed me,
did not hear me,
did not listen to me,
did not care for me.
They did nothing but cheat on me
and take away the value of our love.
But we always fail to realize
that somewhere along the lines
by the choices, habits, the roads we choose
to walk upon led us to that point of failure.
I have found that we must be ever so careful
of the things we put into our minds,
the habits, the choosing of hearts desire
for indelible marks they cannot be removed.
For love is such a fickle creature.
She will become thoughts of your mind
weather be bad or good,
she will become the creation of your heart.
So I beg, take responsibility for self
and love will bloom into the flower it was meant to be.
Memoirs of a mad mind written by Sean Thomas Runyon Copyrights 2016 art done by Google gallery and Bing photography