Begging For Crumbs

Innocence is just another word
For refusing to accept responsibility.
When sobbing is the only sound heard,
You cannot blame your vulnerability.
Instead it's time to choose a side
And understand the consequence
Of your action, you cannot hide
On either side of morality's fence.



Were you wrong or were you right?
And can you ever truly know?
When you're all alone in the dead of night
Can you assume to reap all that you sow?
When the final cards are on the table
Can you feel assured that you played your part?
Did you do all that you were able
And are you free for that new start?


Can a guilty heart ever truly make up
For the sins it bestows upon another?
Or does it slowly turn to stone,
And preserve the love for the injured lover?
Or will it break beyond all bound
Never knowingly being healed?
And flinch whene'er it hears the sound
Of the fruitless teardrops it has revealed?


If mercy comes, it has a cost.
A price so incredibly high.
That one would assume that all was lost,
And the lover would pass you by.
Though, if you sink onto your knees
Then your lover just succumbs
To your whimpering and cries and pleas
As you stoop, begging for crumbs.



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