If it weren't for chapters
life would be a short book.
Life is like standing in every corner of the room,
each comes with a different view.
My head hurts...
I stopped dancing,
as sadness appeared,
when I thought of you
and the time we shared.
Was it a page, a chapter or two
or was it a book of loving you?
I've spent a lifetime trying to explain
the choices that seemed like a game.
Falling into a foolish trap
as if the world had the last laugh,
the emotions that have a hold
continuously unfold.
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