A Desire Not Sated
I never let myself believe,It would ever be right,
It just might work out
We just might be happy.
Now it’s over.
You’ve left me-
With my doubts, my cynicism;
My fears, my inhibitions.
Not that I blame you-
For to blame am I
I, for my lack of belief
Lack of trust, lack of faith.
These lackings cost me
Love-
A life- of happiness
A life- desired by all.
Left it a wish unfulfilled.
A desire not sated.
And so I suffer
As I will,For as long as I live
posted by Rambler @ 11:23 PM
2 Comments:
Hmm...u're learning to handle prose. Good one. I like the interchange of words thruout...rhyme-less reasons etc/
errmm...
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