Mending

How did it end up this way?

Now I have to say goodbye

I want to move astray 

All I want to do is cry

This isn't easy,

This isn't clear.

Too much thinking makes me feel queasy

I don't know which way to steer. 

I wish this was the ending

My heart needs some mending.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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