Winding round pinpoints of our hearts,
Asking for closure,
Pleading for an end,
Nothing received,
Everything taken.
The makings of turmoil,
Future failings unknown,
Striving for happiness,
Achieving subtle amounts,
Is it really worth it?
Figures dotted around ,
Called admirers,
There is the past, a loved memory,
And the present, Love struck puppies whine,
Counts confusing...
Leave it be?
Make things worse...
No amount of advice can fix,
A lone decision,
Unmade.















Comments
--
It all makes sense now...well it did a minute a go
Previous PageNext Page