I want things sometimes
I yearn for them from the deepest depths of my soul.
But sometimes,
They're not meant to be.
Sometimes they're not meant for me.
4 men are down,
How many more to go?
I don't know.
What if the fallen ones can be brought back.
Maybe.
Like I said I don't know.
But I still yearn.
I yearn to hold one in my arms.
I yearn to be held by the arms.
But I know it's not time.
And the Almighty will give me time.
A perfect time.
And though I may not want to wait I must.
I must wait for the time.
And when it is the time,
That will be a,
That will be a great day.
A great one.
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PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you