CONSEQUENCE
I made my filthy bed,
and rest my troubled head,
on the pillow where,
the other man stared,
into my eyes.
I realize,
the little mistakes,
we make,
can break,
the heart.
I try,
to shut my eyes,
and dream away the love we made.
So great.
I’m suffering the consequence,
of what I’ve done to you,
what I’ve put you through.
All the awful things we do,
to the ones we love the most,
the ones we hold so close.
To be honest I have to say,
this was the first time,
I’d ever felt this way,
I’ll never be the same.
Speaking truthful I want to run away,
and leave it all to fate
instead of complicating…
I’m suffering the consequence,
of what I’ve done to you,
what I’ve put you through.
My love.
All the awful things we do,
to the ones we love the most,
the ones we hold so close.