Bad luck seems constant lately, can't shake the lonliness.
No longer a feeling I'm holding out and hope for the best.
The best never came for more than a breath, a breath my lungs could not absorb.
Better yet, not to breath and act like a sieve so it all would wash out the door.
To fight is to ache, cry tired tears and wish that you haven't a tongue.
Forget what I've read, forget what you've said and be forgiven for all that we've done.
As I sit here I think to myself, I failed another big test.
So I take solitude in memories of you,
still holding out and hope for the best.
Bravo!
I like the way you ideate and paint with letters and spaces. "...To fight is to ache..." almost brought me to tears! Magnificent internal to external comment and the impact that is reciprocol from the effort - a nice rendering - Lady A
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I am feeling so flattered
I am feeling so flattered right now by your words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It's nice to know my words are understood and can make an impact on others. I have to say, you too are an amazing writer that touch the hearts of others with your words. Thank you!