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Where did this go wrong?

Or was this never meant to be?

Couldn’t I even get the chance,

To enjoy this until it died?

But this died before it bloomed

A withering love waiting to decay

The precious hope dying out

The life I am searching for

Is yet to be found



My time hasn’t come yet

I have to let the days pass by

Though I feel as if I’m running out of time

Need to block the madness out

It weakens my fragile heart

So I need to stand my ground

And cast the demons out

Won’t break myself down

My heart will mend on its own