Lonely hearts,
collecting dust in the corner.
Words left unspoken,
Hanging like dust motes in the sunshine.
Ways left to ways,
Paths un-taken.
A love that was left behind
unused, unwanted.
Where can it go?
Is there a place for misplaced love?
A place where it is held
and comforted
I hope so …
Hope is what keeps on going! !
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Hugs…
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Thank you…
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Me too!
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Hope is the rope we must hold on to move ahead in life! 🙂
Great post 🙂
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