Hard to move on when you regret one.
Trying to do the right thang, for you,
But
What
Happens when you're exhausted, cut off
From the the sun that reifies and the
Voice that edifies?
Now perhaps long gone, left to face it.
Face you.
And you can't replace it. Can you.
Can you?
Distractions they are, vicatin loves,
Then you awake, and deep down,
All you want, desire, is what you
Chose to lose.
Nothing left but photographs.
JuJuan Buford
