It's funny how you age
and it still feels like a cage.
sometimes I feel like I have broken out
Just to realize that I still stand here and shout.
clawing against the bars in my mind
harder than the most potent kind.
It's really just a nostalgia sublime
thinking about her after all this time.
I guess old wounds can open hard
and she really feels like a shard.
put inside me full of pain
when I realize there is nothing to gain.
To sit here and feeling sorry
but you do not have to worry.
I will manage it like I always do
unless she ends it and I end too.
end of rhyme.
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