In solitude,
Where we are least alone,
Praying for some kind of Hell,
In a segment of Heaven.
What do know about myself?
And how can you say you know me,
When the true me is gone,
Faded away
Like a blank folded paper,
Which holds the sweetest words
Of all:
"It might have been,
It should have been,
But nothing
Is as it should be..."
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, the endingn is powerful. It was overall a great read.
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I really liked the lines 5-10 they hit me the most. This is a very good write. well penned and emotional.
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"it might have been,
It should have been
But nothing
Is as it should be".......that was brilliant
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