hopeful

another season with out love

for my heart, another winter

I started writing, in hopes of healing

in hopes, my heart, wound find spring

as i age, each year, closer to my grave

to my heartstrings, I stay captive

to my dreams, I am a slave

women, much like a snowflake

no two are exactly alike

with each new girl,

I feel, refreshed, I feel reborn

with each unfortunate ending

I question, myslef

I question, what happened

I'm a little older

my heart, is a little colder

my attitude, a little more bitter

I started writing, in hopes of healing

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