Intro:
This time…
How I used to write so much beautiful things…
Yet you rejected it all…
Lesson learned…
Don’t open your heart to getting burned…
Spurned by the aperture that I thought was love…
Instead is now the very shrug I’ve seen far too much….
Knowing that no matter what is done…Never seems enough on my part…
Always too quick to open my heart…Because I’m always thinking way too far…
Maybe if life’s flows were are on par with my thoughts…
Or I should just admit it…
I’m just wrong…
Shrugged off like I don’t matter at all…
All my words lack any worth…
Lesson Learned…
Once again my best friend is a teary pen…
Let the remorse commence…
Silent Scholar 