Reached an impasse
No apology
For the lies
Deceit and treachery
No remorse
And no fault is owned
Each will stand
But only stand alone
What of love
When blame is on the line?
Mediate
For a truth refined
But it’s too late
All is left behind
Each will gaze
But each gaze is blind
(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved
Stuck in the morass of pride.
Thanks John! 🙂
Painful times.
Thanks so much! 🙂