The Detestable Truth
So I recently did some soul searching and found,
That every last bit of my heart was ground,
Into the lie that I once called Love,
Whose name was never Steven.
She thinks that It can be solved,
If only I was gifted and loved,
But her affection are fleeting like mourning doves,
And Rose's will not make this road even.
Maybe one day I will move on,
And find that my sorrow will be song,
But truly The things I wish forgiveness of,
Are glass and Iron wings I don't believe in.