never works out like you plan
everything you were sure of
slowly slips from your hands
I don't want to be just a lover
and I can't be just a friend
is it now coming full circle
with arcs that close the end
the flame that once burned high
and now it slowly descends
I say it'll all work out
how hard I do pretend
I tried to go the distance
just couldn't hang on that long
sometimes there's not a work-around
when it all goes wrong
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
love that last line...
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