of all the faces that said they loved me I hate yours the most I've grabbed a hold of truth that brings familiar shades of gray it's nothing I can't handle I've been here before I'm at home in this world of failed love oh my God it's so horrible this is how you would have me feel unfortunately for you I'm already over it
In time we become wiser. Love ain't easy to understand. Woman are crazy. They think the same of us. I like the logic of the poem. There is always one woman who will be remembered. I like the ending to this excellent poem.
Coyote
It is horrible that you would have me feel this way, but nothing I can't handle. I hate the sight of your face more than any other face that has ever deceived me. Fact is though, sad for you............I am over it, I am over you.......well penned!
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..