No More

Life embittered in sweet pride,
a cover to unveil;
the hurtful lust that lies inside,
a jealousy to hail.
A passion angry at the soul,
a heartache not to cease;
a guilt residing that you go
and sorrow to release.
"I love you" spoken in sweet time
of precious memory;
"I'm sorry" spoken like a chime,
repeat, repeat, repeat.
Within the air the bells ring clear,
the time has come alas;
the battle that had drawn you near
has placed you in the past.
I am a fool two times or three
for opening that door;
for lingering so selfishly,
shall it be done no more.