Time passes by, what matters remains.
The heat of anger subsides, the disappointment, the lies.
It happens, it shouldn’t, but it does and I get that.
When so much is at steak, promises you break.
What doesn’t hold value to me is vengeance.
Never was one to keep a grudge, or a friend to despise.
Why punish those we care for? I’m not for that, never was.
We can all use more love and friends in our world, no one needs
more enemies, not you, and least of all me.