Don't you hate it when people start off a sentence with the words, "they say"? The person listening automatically assumes the speaker is going to fling some extraneous wisdom at them. Anyway; "they say", that hind sight has 20/20 vision. Looking over my shoulder at the traveled path behind me has provided me with some introspect. I have found that I like saying things. I mean having a platform in which to say things, such as writing. Even though I'm not proficient at it, I still like telling stories, mostly short ones, in the form poems, songs etc... On that note, here's a poem, a song without a chorus...I don't know, something I wrote.
Did I pour out the rain on your righteous garden?
You assigned the blame but will you grant me pardon?
And I never thought I would see this day.
I never thought it would be this way.
Nothing left for me to say in the silence.
When reckless tongues would faithful hearts,
and everything is torn apart...unraveled;
I hope that you would understand that I am so much
more than I am.
Does it matter?
The blue skies have gone away.
There's nothing left but ghostly gray.
Love crushed like petals on the ground
that once grew unblemished in a righteous garden.