There’s the girl, losing hope.
Slipping down the treacherous slope,
She’s coming to the end of her rope.
Walking across her tightrope,
Never widening her scope.
There’s the girl, losing hope
She tried, but she cannot cope.
These troubles seem to be written in her horoscope,
She’s coming to the end of her rope.
Looking at life through a microscope,
But never through a telescope.
There’s the girl, losing hope.
She never dares open the envelope,
Though she still smells her scent of heliotrope.
She’s coming to the end of her rope.
And though to some her life may seem like a cosmic joke,
Up until she has managed go through life at a lope.
There’s the girl, losing hope.
She’s coming to the end of her rope.
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Fair or Free
Poetry"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
