There are times I still shun you
With a cold face, just a front
Though you request my help,
I am met with
A calloused wink, rough resentment,
Meet rusted taste, just a front
Salt degrades it swift and sound
Left helpless to fight against the vow.
Left bear, my thoughts bled, left alone, misled
My heart beats, one, two, red, and blue
Forget it, I can’t keep track, with every skip
And every color that slips through my fingertips,
I am reminded that I alone lost my grip.
Before I give up hope, and notice old burns
They threaten my will to hold on tight,
the rope will slip, they make certain.
What a wasted investment,
chips to purchase a concept,
it never showed up,
farewell my friend Justice,
you forgot to visit me for the last time,
good riddance to that lie.