Of the folly of befooling oneself, the sin of being dishonest with the heart,
Of the tragedies of failing expectations, the sadness of treading an already beaten path,
Of the irony of failing to learn a lesson, of the futility of uttering an oft repeated promise to self,
Of the repeated comings and goings, Of the eternal scars they leave.
Of the faith that is broken, Of the love that one pines to feel again,
Of the presence and absence, of expression and break down of communication,
Of minced words, misunderstood feelings,
Of the repeated comings and goings, of the eternal scars they leave.
