The Same Old Song.

Relief, regret... I can't forget.
Truth be told, I'm still upset.
I hear the words.
I see the tears.
I feel the pain.
A memory that will remain.

A distant echo of love once pure.
A faded dream of a lover so demure.
But then the bite.
It felt so tight.
It wasn't right
But was I wrong?
Once again the same old song.

All I have are empty promises.
And words are not enough to quell the bitterness.
I see the choices.
I feel the blow.
I make my mark.
I take a stand.
But is it worth this pain by my own hand?

I leave you now regrettably.
But wait to see you gleefully.
Time is my master.
An ungrateful slave I am.
But you are my freedom.
My pure and joyous redemption.

Summer is coming.
And joy it is bringing.
The sun in the sky.
The birds flying high.
The warmth in the air.
And you and I, shall be right there.