Price of a start

walking away


Words become daggers to an unwanted heart
Moments in time thrown to the side

We wanted waited
Only to be cast aside

Gamble of heart a losing hand
Winning so sure

Price two hearts never to be unhappily we part
Knowing we were all but doomed from the start

Fantasy it seems lust it may have been
love never shall it be

Once again a losing hand
Lonley companion time it shall be

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