Maybe Next Time
The blue bells assume you came to save me; you're yesterday's love anyway,
A fragmented secluded infinity, no expectations, just sadness and melancholy.
Leave me now, I am exultant and proud, I retain my scrutiny,
Let us not pour fuel on to the burning wreckage no more.
Copyright © Leigh Stephenson | Year Posted 2018
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