Another little poem...

I got into bed last night and then this popped into my head so I wrote it on my phone and now I am sharing it! Hope you like.

We cry ourselves to sleep

And wake with swollen eyes.

Our hearts can only weep

As we begin to realise

That all we are

Is not enough.

We want the stars

But get the rough.

Our hearts are broken,

Cast aside.

Our eyes are open

But they hide

The pain we feel

That seems so wrong

And yet it’s real

And lasts so long.

So shed your tears

And chase away

Those painful years.

Tomorrow’s a new day.

That is all for the minute :-)

Comments

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~~* My glittering stars ~~*

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