The end of one's rope

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At the tip of a rope,
Where I hang losing hope.
Like gentleman with a rose,
Thorns hurting heart pose.

My eyes cry the rain,
For I can't hold my rose.
I speak words of pain,
Despair hanging in my nose.
Turning beautiful so plain.

Frustrating of a wish,
The desire to be held.
Dancing in my flesh,
So to be crying for help.

My hands are slippary,
But I will not let go.
For my heart needs supply,
Love for other to do.

Hugs and kisses,
For they are my wishes.
A present girl riddance witches.

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I the first stanza,I explain how I am losing my loved one. As you read the next one,you will see how life is with out my loved one. Longly and dull.

I try to explain how I wish to be with someone and the way I can't let go of my loved one because that's where I feel loved.

Even though she is slipping away,I can't afford to let go because there is no replacement for her.

Girl riddance witches because happiness will make them loss. All the people in my life that thought I will be desperate forever will be proven wrong.

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