There is a certain amount of guilt that coincides with the emotions that we feel daily.
Did I really hurt them that bad? It was really my fault wasn't it?
To have to stare at your own reflection in the face-
and face the truth that you can't handle what life threw at you-
An unlucky sort of problems that never worked themselves out.
They only got worse as the day grew into lonely nights.
The guilty tears that fill the wet pillows at night-
the fan that dries them slowly as the eyelashes stick together from the salty saturation.
Guilt is the emotion that floods these eyes.
That you could break a heart so easily with out a care
or a sign of doubt.
If it was so easy was no real love ever dispersed?
Or was it all an illusion of faith that ran too thin?
It disappeared like a crescent of a moon behind a dark cloud-
No wind to be found.
June 1st 2004
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