How many ways,
Could I count the days,
I've spent waiting,
For some sort of joy,
To make my strife,
In this life,
Worth it,
But life is worthless,
When it is joyless,
And I seek,
To see the day,
When I can smile in pure glee.
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By forever_my_muse
Just trying my hand at poetry. Cover by @WritingtillSunrise More