Frustration
At yet another revelation
That my efforts just aren’t good enough.
But hey, luck’s tough
And life is rough
And words,
They count for nothing.
I love you,
Counts for nothing.
I want you and
I want this.
That all counts for nothing.
But that’s just life
And mine’s just fine.
I never needed you.
But love isn’t about need, is it?
1 comment:
Is it? Good question.
This is a beautiful use of words, and yes, they do count.
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