"The Heart": A Poem by Kaye
I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
Using words that were actually mine.
I wish I had more power than just circulation.
If that were so than the idea wouldn't exist of retaliation.
If I had the opportunity to speak we wouldn't be put in this situation. Emotions would have risen but all activity else where would've been quiet and listened.
Instead; pride poisoned thoughts, infecting actions.
Central control running wild Seeking envious satisfaction.
Hoping for a reaction.
All things being displayed in a child like fashion.
As a whole "we" look like an ass
Like one who isn't genuine.
Like one who refuses to listen
Like one with foul intentions
Because of it we all are in retention. Memories are the only residue of a relationship that exists no longer.
Ego allowed the assumption that you were stronger.
But I know best, yet you continue to put my knowledge to the test.
My wisdom becomes more evident when it feels like I'm about to jump out our chest.
When the dust settles and wind rests.
I'm left to put back the pieces of me that you wrecked.
So allow me to do my occupation and trust it's done with diligence.
As for you practice the most important fruit of the spirit; patience.
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