Ronaldo Gilley

This is leading our love to ruin

These traits we inherited from the pain inflicted

Patterns we repeated from our progenitors

That left us emotionally restricted

Patterns our parents passed down

But pain passed does not mean it is proper

Or conducive to foster

The kind of relationship we fancy to offer

It brings fully into question

If we even have the tools needed

To nurture the long term

And cool the temperature of the room when things get heated

Or is this simply all fantasy?

A make-believe concept

One which we cannot bring into the realm of our reality

Possessing the inability to resolve conflict

So, we find ourselves in a pattern

Of constantly moving on to greener pastures

Blinded by desire

Unable to see beyond ego and pride

So quick to pack our bags

Those bags filled with…so many things

But all the while, empty inside

Unable to see it with our own eyes

Blind to the true culprit of our field’s demise

So easily is received the destruction of love and trust

Left with only the familiar taste of poison

And the emptiness of lust

A constant flee

But no matter how far we run

Or where we run to

We cannot run from Us