Aching whispers on the gentle breeze
Carry hopes that cling to barren trees
Yearning for a glance, a touch, a smile,
Yet fate denies, for just a little while.
In the shadowed corners fo the heart's domain,
Lives a soul once bathed in love's sweet rain,
Yet now adrift in the abyss of woe,
A loser in love, where sorrows grow.
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Holding back
PoetryFighting your inner demons is like engaging in a relentless battle against the shadows of your mind. Each blow is a struggle against doubt, fear, and self-sabotage, a clash between the light of your aspirations and the darkness of your insecurities...
