Someone else's wedding bells
are ringing in my ear;
someone else's private hell
is really what I fear.
I find myself in indecision
as you walk away;
subject me to my own derision
every single day.
My left hand reaches for anything new;
my right hand clings to hope, to you.
I can't remember what it's like
to live without a care,
but I am not surprised-
life was never fair.
Original poetry, one day at a time.
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