holding on to hope
running miles ahead
rolling down a slope.
How do I explain
your disfunctional romance,
though I don't complain
it won't stand a chance.
Give me time to love
and to understand,
take the time to know
to observe me dance.
Do not push your luck
sure that I'be here,
you might become stuck
and I'll be nowhere near.
Holding on to guard
what little has remained,
covering the scars
drowning in the pain.
Daylín H.
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