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She saw his will and was convinced
She listened to his lies and was convinced
She looked into his eyes and trusted his smiles
She was convinced
Fifty years gone and now she’s convinced
That number two is never number one
Her youth is gone–her life almost over
She’s had a harsh reality check–too late to change her choices
All her sacrifices–all for nothing
Now she sits alone with her thoughts and memories
No idle chatter to make with friends
She has none
Too afraid to look into a mirror–a constant reminder of her loss
Waiting for a sound at her front door
Which never comes.
She’s all alone–waiting for her regret
to end.
She saw his will and was convinced
She listened to his lies and was convinced
She looked into his eyes and trusted his smiles
She was convinced
Fifty years gone and now she’s convinced
That number two is never number one
Her youth is gone–her life almost over
She’s had a harsh reality check–too late to change her choices
All her sacrifices–all for nothing
Now she sits alone with her thoughts and memories
No idle chatter to make with friends
She has none
Too afraid to look into a mirror–a constant reminder of her loss
Waiting for a sound at her front door
Which never comes.
She’s all alone–waiting for her regret
to end.
When the light returns and the long night fades, and dawn slips soft through shadowed shades, you feel the hush before the day – a whisper of grace that finds its way.
They expect us to play ball, but always move the goalposts. They expect us to hold boundaries, the same they overstep. They want us to abide, but break their own rules.
Christmas day without my family, was such a terrible burden to bare, no Christmas tree, decorations, no presents, no laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare.
Every feeling they felt, the other feels too, trust is a must and communication too. Together as one, soulmates we are destined, forever to each other we are.
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