Most days it’s easy
But some days it hard
I work and write
Trying to be the best me I can be.
I work on my career
Expanding my horizons
To the next tier.
I work on my poetry
Hoping I can post enough
That my work is liked
Both far and near.
So busy I stay
Too busy to notice
The lonely that creeps in.
So when it hits hard
The lonely
It breaks my heart
But no time shall I waste
On a another dream
That will never be
Made to be real
Made to be true
Sometimes love
It isn’t meant for you.
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