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MUCHO GRACIAS
Words untold, yet I hear the voice of betrayal. Promises made, many broken. The dreams of what could have been, now shattered, nightmare to you it might seem. My heart of steel and stone no expensive doctor can cure. The comfort once known to me an illusion it has become. Shakespeare was right, ’ it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’ Not to despise the words of Solomon, ’do not awaken love until it so desires’, many to this instruction, they do not heed. Bleeding hearts and wounded souls are the songs sang on the stage of life. Some famous singers too have sung, ’ same script, different casts’. It is written, for lack of knowledge people perish.
Don’t pity me! My fair share of heartaches have I taken. I worry for you, if this were to happen to you, would you rise with your head held high? Life’s paparazzi, shall you face boldly? My pride though bitter I had to swallow, Life’s lessons are best taught through pain. Don’t cry! This too shall pass for in a greater faith have I placed my trust. You should know, grief is the agony of an instance, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life. What about betrayal, you ask? Ain’t it funny how I remember not what that word means? Some extravagant thoughts cross my wandering mind now as I write, without the slanderous betrayers, you see I would not sup. For in the presence of them, my table is to be set. Long live to them that have had the opportunity to tear the walls of my heart apart, for in the latter days my cup of laughter, it will overflow. The oil of gladness, my potion now it be. For time and chance it is said happens to all.
Behold! For I hear the bells ring, the alarm sound, the chiming clock go tick tock, tick tock…my season to shine it draweth nigh. An old hymn, I can’t help but hum, “this little light of mine, am gonna let it shine”. The burning passion to be that which many thought you had killed, like a phoenix rising from its ashes, is now awakened. Bringing down every vain imagination of what you thought I would never be, capturing that mind that believes not in who I now am. On your knees, I see you fall and crush like lightening. It’s only a sad tale who you are now, for you are but left with regrets of what you could have had. A snit bit, you did taste, that I do not deny, I should remind you though that it was only a cookie half baked. A pauper now, royalty before, take a bow for tables now have taken a sudden turn, I told you before ‘honor belongs only to those who find’.
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