Things don't always turn out
The way we think they should.
Sometimes the things we hold deep in our hearts
Never go how we hoped it would.
We can sit back and scream all day long
That life just isn't fair.
Or we can dust ourselves off and try again
If we only dare.
The choice is ours, the choice is mine, the choice is yours
To take.
No matter how wrong or how right
It's always been ours to make.
We don't see the mistakes coming
But only long after they've passed.
The broken hearts, the tears we cry, the joy
It doesn't last.
It seems that love, dear heart, is fleeting
And romance one in the same.
We toss them around, back and forth
As if it's some kind of game.
But this, dear heart, is a game
I do not wish to play.
Wait for something real, something that lasts
Wait. It will come to you one day.
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Your life is there in front of you and love will be there.
Andy
Good write CLM.
Thank you
Patience is a virtue of the upmost importance! Wonderful writing.
Thank you so much
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