It was the best of times

Yet, secretly, the worst of times.

Often misjudged for happiness

Even disguised as love.

Some never bothered,

To take their blinders off.

Some knew, and tried to play it off.

Yet, no one but herself, felt it all.

No one to pick her up after the fall.

Crashing like the waves of the ocean

Her spirit was dispersed,

Wishing, to be a balloon

And to float gently and swiftly away.


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Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

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