Underneath the maple tree, I dream of things I want to be. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, I long to know why me? Looking up at the sky so blue, I wonder if I¡¦m destined to live this through. Do I have a choice to not believe in fate and cheat it for once? Each night I wish for peaceful slumber, and when I wake, I may find myself gone. To make it in this world alone, I sit here like some kind of stone. No one to love me or me to love, just all alone like a lonesome dove. Lonely days plague my heart, lonely nights linger in my soul. Tears of hatred, tears of resentment . Is that what you want to know? Is that what you care to see? Smelling the grass so sweet, refreshes me with a delightful treat. Feeling the bark so rough, makes me realize it¡¦s going to be tough. I must find the courage to say, ¡§I will not give up.¡¨
Reason for writing:
Life is full of obstables and hardships...the important thing is to not give up.
Birth sign: Taurus
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