Berlin Broken #50

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,
I’m not full of fear.

The scars of your deeds,
Are washed away like the stains in my sheets.

I’m no longer on the floor,
Just because you walk out the door.

You had my heart inside of your hand,
But you played it in the sand.


Tone of Toronto #2

You travel far away,
Almost seems like you’re trying to get out of my way.

Things are not as easy as they used to be,
But at least we are free.

We must treat each other with respect,
There is still too much hate, I detect.

We were once best friends,
Now we are fighting for a couple of cents.