Hanging on to hope,
but hope let me go.
A dream that didn’t lie.
little did I know,
That I would be broken,
And used all over again,
Live another beginning,
for it all to end.
Another Poem,Another Wrong in My poetry
- Jan. 17, 2020, 5:12 p.m.
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