Could it be that I was wrong?
How wrong was I,
Could you not notice that you are wrong,
How long will it take for you to see,
Wrong as I was, you still could not see your wrong.

Name calling was, is the answer,
Screaming and shouting is the solution?
How could you not notice your tone,
How could yo not care?

Loving you seems to hurt,
When it is suppose to be a happy pill.
It is a hard pill to swallow.
Maybe it is not even a happy pill.
Could it be a toxic drug in transit?

How could you not notice?
How could you not feel, see?
How could you not care?
Toxic drug in transit, all in the name of LOVE!

You are so wrong, not to see.

Thank you for taking time to read my Poetry.

My Journey inspires me to pen down my thoughts.

Goddess of Fire writes.