Once

Once She was happy, once She felt free
When will the day come when someone will love me? 
Once She was at peace, once She didn’t care what you said
Now inside She only feels numb and dead.
Once she was joyful, once she felt no pain 
Why is it that she’s always to blame?
Once upon a time she looked forward to waking up
Now all it is is half empty in her cup
You can blame her and make her feel so low
But all she really needs to be happy, if for you to go ! 



Edward Ibeh

9/2/2020
“Once”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Bangalee Avatar
September 17, 2020 at 4:07 AM
happiness is the golden deer of the illusion; never wants to live long in one mind!
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