getting my hopes up.
I've waited up until this moment for my happiness.
And yet again, my prize is passed, right above my head.
Just slightly out of reach, my goal that I've been working for.
Another year? Another day? I've stopped keeping the score.
My hands grow cold with nostalgic, bitter memories.
I'll just move on and act like nothing happened here to me.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.