What can you do
when the dream ends
and you wake up to
once a friend
now a sympathetic lier
what tumbles from you lips
could hardly stifle all
my wanting
worn from all my doubting
now
I've nothing left to do
but believe you
what a silly girl
living forever in
her fantasies
taking just a moments
fancy
just to throw it all way
I have once known happy
I have once felt love
I was once left to stand corrected
and now my feelings all have
gone...
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2 comments:
ah to live and learn... and then to learn to live... so many of us fall into our internal musings begging to release the images that form unto a world too cold to feel your pain... I listen, I feel, I get by. Great scribe poet your thoughts were not lost to me...
Anonymous there's a peace to be found in this
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