Hands are empty and here I standWhat happened to shift the land?One day we were as thick as thievesThe next you couldn’t even look at meRather you would simply glareOr pretend I wasn’t even there You cut the bond and fake you’re cleanAct as though you’re never meanBut finally I have seen the truthRipped meContinue reading “Opposing”
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You, Me And It Makes Too Many
You say leave it outBut I don’t agreeToo many times this had happened to meNow the mask is goneSo little remainsCan’t just sit here and gather the pain What sort of person would simply watch?File away all the hurt and the lossI won’t be that guy no matter the dayCause that sounds like being lockedContinue reading “You, Me And It Makes Too Many”
Simon A Jackson - Writer 