As we watch our lives slip away,
What more can we say?
What more can we do,
After all we have done,
Has led us here,
Where we can't see the sun?
Every choice has led us into dark,
The place we feared would extinguish our spark.
Alone we sit and cry,
Over all the times we heard "goodbye".
We hear what they have to say after so long,
And find out they aren't where we belong.
We pick our heads up time after time,
The jealousy and self doubt as bitter as a lime.
Yet still we trudge ahead,
Our hearts hanging by a thread.
Because at the end of the day,
We want to believe what they say.
So we listen to that friend,
And know this isn't the end.
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Poetry From The Mind Of The Loving
PuisiA selection of poetry that is both older poems from when I was younger(That will be rvised slight to make more sense) and recent ones that come to me. Some will be sad while others will be happy or in between. I hope you enjoy :D
