Life is an endless poem unrhymed. Relish its sweetness and crisp, recite or write it as you may.

tired


I am tired
… of walking alone
… of waiting you home
I am tired hoping for you to remember me on your own.

I am sad
… to think that again, lies have been told.
… to feel that promises were broken.
I am sad to feel this loathsome.

I am hurt
…  because things did not unfold as it should.
…  because people did not stay as they have opted to.
I am hurt that time was never thought as essential as it should have.


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