Something's awry on the shoreline.
A year to date started the goodbyes.
You can only block so much from the mind
That is, if you really strive.
Sometimes it's easier to push it aside
Never to be dealt with, fed to the wayside.
You can love someone deeply, but be d'clined.
But there's always more than what meets the eye.
A fear to be loved, maybe, but why?
A battle rages on that no soul can hide
An inward sadness portrayed on the outside.
A hole is dug, and covered with lies.
Only to be re-dug
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Maybe a scar will someday reside
After the pain... the pride... subside.
And if you reach the healing point, know that
The scars wont give your memory to the wayside.