knots were tied and then undone
minds were fixed and then unfixed
hearts were glad and then un-glad
vows were spoken and the taken back
families were started and then smashed
memories were made and then forgotten
life was spent and then life was lost
pictures were taken and then ripped apart
food was tasted together and then thrown up
dreams were dreamt and then they faded
time was had and then it meant nothing
gifts were given and then they turned bitter
does anyone else see the dire state of it all?
does anyone else care? Do they know?
something's gotta give...
someone's gotta forgive...
marriages and families just keep falling apart
we need some brave souls to step in and help
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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