Friday, January 6, 2012

To that (not so) dear girl.

My dear girl, 

You do not have the right
to take it upon your hands.
To mangle more the strings
of those who were trying to fix.
To take what is there
because you feel entitled,

My dear girl, 

Things fall into place, yes.
But who are you to put them,
as if in infinite finality
and assume it is the end?
The premise that you hold,
the conviction for the false.

My dear girl,

Things crumble as you say
                        've seen.
But never believe that lesson 
was not yours to keep.
In end you lose, you break, and weep.
Remember what you sow
you reap.

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