The Hawk Returns

The hawk is back And I’m here Trying hard to be on your shoes To understand why you’ve decided To insist on making someone hate you, But no-one seems to get you. Would it be easier to live with your conscience? Would it not be a burden you are willing not to carry? Or would it be just the real childish you? Why would you be so pleased to know That love has turned into hatred? Is that why you want to keep yourself posted? Is that why the hawk has returned? Should you want to be forgotten, Why do … Continue reading The Hawk Returns