WastedA Poem by ambur
Maybe tomorrow, another day just wasted. This feeling of remote cast away heart break. These wretched thoughts are some thing Of a minor key, some thing of a faulty chord.
The right sounds precise, while the wrong Makes everything sharp, yet more than askew. Moving on seems malevolent, maybe I should go? Hide away, never try again? It sounds too pleasing.
One more time: Maybe tomorrow, another day just wasted. © 2008 amburReviews
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