Desiring an end, yearning for a new start.

Pondering why, this is happening to me,

Is my pain apparent, for all to see?

Wishing on stars, seems to do no good,

Longing for reconciliation, if only we could.

Where are the promises, at the beginning made?

Gone with the passion, into the night they did fade.

-Margi C.

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