Like yours, like mine..

I tried to lift you up, Yet you dropped me when i fell. You were the one i thought. The one i thought would ease the burden of this body, heart and soul.

You judged me when I mispoke, when the charges of my mind collided. You were here to sooth and recognise but rather met me with distain and disgust in your eyes. This though is not your biggest sin, no. Your biggest sin is the inabilty to it let go and let grow the seeds that were planted. By words far smarter than I.

My rib is yours, is it not? Tho it seems these lessons you never really learned or somehow just forgot. Do we not all have a pair of wings and devils horns. Is free will not the death of human kind. Simple little choices like yours, like mine.



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