Be the Cause

The Betrayal of my old self

Time Clouds my memories
But even the clouds remind me

Stuck in the balance
between the ending and a new beginning.

At each moment I don’t know where to fall.
What direction is forward, which way is up.

But at each moment I know SHE is with me,
and at each moment I know she feels the same.

Some days are cloudier than others.
You are the canvass on which HE paints. I long for the blue.

And at times, you are HIS brush strokes,
for even the clouds remind me.

I know the only direction is forward, the only way is up.
Yet, every moment feels like a betrayal of my old self.

Each new day feels like a betrayal of yesterday.

— Chughzy

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