I'm sorry for your morning
Mourning the loss of another dream
Dreams that broke under the stress of life
Life isn't worth living anymore dear
Dear I need you to show me how to love
Love doesn't come as easily as it used to
To love and to live is how they want us to be
Be armored against the smallest gesture of incompetence
Incompetent is what they call me now
Now I am anything less than the ground you walk on
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poems; some are dark and dreary while others may be full of sunshine. Incomplete process-- update schedule not active
