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Story of My Life
Passionate overtures? I’ve had my share,
But how rare it’s been that they’ve led to action.
With little substance of which I’m aware
How could they beget genuine attraction?
I’ve had my hand held, heard words I won’t forget,
But they call them sweet nothings for a reason.
I’ve lived honestly, not an ounce of regret,
Still more petals fall with each passing season.
Yes, a kind of love has come to me,
A harbinger of friendly skies,
Yet clouds follow unfailingly
Once you can see through the disguise.
Time has taught me that with choices
Comes the burden of seeing them through.
From now on I’ll heed the voices
Urging me onward to something new.
You’ve gifted me honey, woven magic,
But the sting that follows cuts like a knife.
I won’t see the loss of you as tragic
Or let it be the story of my life.
