The Better Part of Apart
Can always be just a number (that's for sure),when pride lets an ego encumber ( a heart once pure)
this I'll always remember
when spite enlightens your heart,
to seek a new member
I need to make restitution,
if ever to maintain your heart
is there any resolution,
mainly on my part
to disclaim the illusion,
of how we're better apart.
When wrong I don't listen (that's assured),
making spite in my heart to hasten (with feelings falsely reassured)
with the spoils of my past,
there's no reminiscing
toward the pride in heart, I'm always missing.
By tongue, its seldom to be verbally written (that's for sure),
words that keeps the heart from being smitten (and staying impure)
never mindful of the chagrin,
from paths called should of been
I need to make restitution,
if ever to maintain your heart
is there a resolution,
mainly on my part
to disclaim the illusion,
of how we're better apart.
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