Lessons of the past

Gone are the days when we’d wake up with no remorse

Left on read, calls unpicked and it only got worse.

Somewhere down the road we lost our innocence,

And perhaps with it, forgot what love felt like and since

Ever so slightly drifting away from the notion of home.

All these starry-eyed promises, efforts to compromise and blood

Skinny love some would call it, but they’re merely cognizant of the dawning of adulthood.

Lost in time and lost in thought,

oh what we’d do to live in the afterglow of it all.

If only we kept our head high, chin up and stood tall,

We will reap what we sow.

Like an angel distraught in hell,

I’d be lying if I said I’m getting on well.

But that’s for another day, the bottom line is that people mess up

Don’t end up letting someone else create a false narrative and windup

like me, still looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.

The renaissance of this funny thing called love, now that I’m skeptical of it

won’t stop me from cherishing what I once felt and ached for.

So here I am, as your guardian angel or 2 am buddy if you’d rather

Telling you she’s the one so strike a chord between the realms

To show her not of the hoax and happy endings but the calm

That prevails even at the cost of enduring the amount of storms

that will pass. And they do.

Just sit her down with a heavy crown and call it home.