Leave it Alone

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So just leave it alone
Leave me alone
With my life
Just leave it alone
Leave me alone
With my life

You can't cry now because it's just too late
You've proven to me you're nothing else but fake
Just remember these lines when you see me walk away
Because I've put up with more than any man should take

Leave it alone
Just leave me alone
With my life
So sick of the games
You always play
With my mind
So sick of your ways
Sick of the fake
In your lies
Just leave it alone
Leave me alone
With my life

Leave me alone
Just get the hell out
Of my life
Leave it alone
Just let me go
It is time

To leave it alone
Just leave me alone
With my life
So sick of the games
You always play
With my mind
So sick of your ways
Sick of the fake
In your lies
Just leave it alone
Leave me alone
With my life

I don't give second chances
I have made up my mind
Forgiveness won't be granted
I'm moving on now with my life

Leave it alone
Just leave me alone
With my life
So sick of the games
You always play
With my mind
So sick of your ways
Sick of the fake
In your lies
Just leave it alone
Leave me alone
With my life

Leave it alone
Just leave me alone
With my life

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nightlight1220's picture

A sad state of affairswhen

A sad state of affairs

when we can see no good

at all in another human being

 

no matter the violation,

 

no matter the reason,

 

cause,

 

or utter lack of regard,

 

This, to me, is the greatest sin

we can commit,

and throws us deep into the shackles

of all we fear most,

for if we close off to the divine in another,

we close ourselves off as well.

 

There is pain in the deepest

and most satisfying depths

of love's graces,

that when ignored,

slice in half,

our capacity to love 

 

ourselves.

 

healing it can take as long,

or as quick as the blink of an eye,

but the initial learning of this fact,

is where we stumble,

and sometimes 

never ever,

come back.

 

~peace~

 

........


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

RoC's picture

Sometimes, though

Someone stabs you in the back just deep enough to reach your heart, leaving it blackened, bleeding, and cold. In moments like that, things like this spill forth


Another old one, just not as old


"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr