Poetry Post 3

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What could of come of us

if we pushed through

you owning up to your flaws

and the parts you play as the cause

if I managed my temper and tone

and used my words more wisely

Instead of playing the blame game

instead of pointing fingers

oh what would we be

without all of our past heart aches

and pain

without our bondages to others

without many pestering negative thoughts

could we be without

one another

no more you and I…

 

– Viola Constance

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