Against an odd of 99%
What chances of success
Cheerfulness away it'll send
With a percent less
Given heart, give soul
Betting one's all
Going against the flow
When it ends, a painful fall
Pounding heart, soaring high
A gust of wind
Will bid them goodbye
And their last have been seen
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
