Weekend Warriors

I've changed my ways and paved my days

Saved the hours,

Lost the touch and lost sight of whats right

No longer am I giving up,

I've gotta keep pressing forward, keep stepping

No longer do I beat my chest 

In anger,

But lately I left my anger lying in the cold 

I've given up so much of my meaningless confused life,

I've slain my weekend warriors

Cropped my path

Watered my life so I could sprout love

Now that I have had the taste of Glory,

I'll break all my masks I keep because

No longer am I a mirrors image,

No longer a smirk,

But a full smile

The End

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