"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful that the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
Selfish words are so destructive... they show how little one really cares.(I too have wanted what isn't mine to be.)
One always wants what one cannot have. Sad words, lovely but sad.
Isn't it awful? Your words capture the hopelessness so honestly.
Thank you. That was one of those poems that you (at least I) write when I'm very sad. Most of those just hang like cobwebs in the dusty confines of my compostion book, but this one ended up here somehow.
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