My soul is depleted of its childlike faith.
its been vomited out by poisonous relationships,
its been worked off in sweaty sprints,
and then poured out in tearful fits.
My rose colored glasses have been scratched,
and bleached by the sun’s burn.
my wide eyed wonder was answered
by those who looked down on all for which I yearned…
Sooner or later, these things happen.
Sooner or later, you’re too tired to chase after love,
sooner or later it doesn’t really matter,
because you grow content with what life has become.
What remains of the hope is solid grit,
What remains of the faith is the golden core,
what remains of the wonder is education,
and what remains of love’s quest? only God can answer for.