The Lesson

  I'm going all wrong again.

Always attaching to the unavailable.

Always looking for something, when 

nothing exists.

 For that, I won't blame you, fair warning 

I received.

Seems that, the more I give you, the faster I lose you

And the old would bleeds again.

It's almost as if the soul is not happy if feels no pain.

More clearly I see the lesson, you,  my beautiful lesson

for  I been presented with the topic before, I have never been so purposely prepared to make mistakes.

You, my mistake, the one I choose to make, but shouldn't. Why is it so wrong to choose what's right? 

But feels so right to choose what's wrong? 

We both have yet to learn.

I have yet to lean...

My lesson it's easy; my lesson is to not beg for your love.

Yet, I give you pieces of me freely, and quietly  keep holding up to a false hope.

My lesson, becomes each time more clearly, 

When I hear you want to spend the time with me, just for fun.

My lesson, becomes hard, when you  mention the  future and I'm not in it, the way I want to be.

My lesson becomes harder, when you  walk away from me.

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