Friday, January 1, 2016

Let it Go...

Last year, all my supposes were not supposed
First off, in the first quarter, there went my hopes
Next up, second quarter, my heart he broke
Half time, nothing thrilling, perhaps a joke?
Third quarter, I'm exhausted, where's the rope?
Tied a knot, for the last quarter, holding hope
Last year, all my wanting had been disposed
You see, in my needing, I had lost my hopes
From my, my resolve, my voice was choked
Surely, broke my heart, in a jest he spoke?
Third quarter, I'm exhausted, where's the rope?
By the end, last quarter, a knotted rope to choke
But the end comes swiftly, knotted gently, let it go
It's not worth it, better focus, no one needs to know
Better fight on, next year's lights on, onward ho!
Greet the new year with a new cheer not as a foe
Greet the new year without fear, let the past go

Elizabeth Azpurua

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