The Struggle

Every morning,

Every day,

i feel as though i haven't found glory,

maybe i'm a stray. 

 

If he could only know,

how i feel as though

i've lost him.

 

Throughout the years,

he has been the cause of my tears.

He was everything that I wanted.

Now he's just dust in the wind. 

 

Maybe one day he will know 

the struggle of how i felt,

when he made my heart melt.

But now, it just rests on the earth, like snow. 

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