Perchance
How many chances were there to begin with? What have I done?
Surrounded by unwanted expectations, why do I have to run?
I've been here before and learned my lesson. What did I do wrong?
Peaceful breezes and warm occurrences—why do I have to be strong?
Empty resolution: I've been at war with my desires.
Tired of convincing myself, inevitable fates are where my hope rises.
I have no more chances now that I have finally won it.
The truth is the price of ignoring every hit.
Lies are the price of trying to take a second chance at love.
I tried, but maybe I'm out of chances; I have nothing to prove.
It's not her, so I don't need to constantly crawl.
The choices were always more than friends or nothing at all.
rei
Mon, Aug 26 02:11 PM
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Expressing sentiments
PoetryRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
