The Dove and the Olive branch
I will look at the picturesAgain and againFeel the tears well upSwallow them in anger I will go back to the timesHate myself for the wrongsThen open that tab againAnd stare at you in disbelief What hurts the mostIs that after everythingYou didn’t think that I deserved the truthOr even a word, between us I’m glad that the day is finally here You can pose and smileI can cry and … Continue reading “The Dove and the Olive branch” →