Sunday, 22 October 2017

Turns to dust.

I thought you deserved some joy.
I thought you deserved some fun,
You think it’s worth the risk,
That it’s just life, when the day is done.
It just didn’t work out how I hoped.
And you end up with the pain.
I end up with the guilt,
That we are here again.
Life is a daily fight,
‘Tween over-protection and trust,
When it happens, and I don’t know why,
My sense of balance turns to dust.

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