I'm walking waiting,
Waiting for an end that won't come.
Every time I think it's near,
But it never is.
I want to turn back,
But I know there's nothing there.
At least nothing I need.
But maybe if I go back far enough,
I'll find a place
A place where my happiness once was.
But then I remember,
I already tried that,
And the journey back is worse
Than the journey here.
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Wilted Flowers
PoetrySometimes you just need to write it down. Here are my thoughts.
