Broken

Caught out again like a bug on a web

You reel me in to your trap

Not even noticing what you have done

Breaking my heart with a sudden snap

Dangling there on a string

Waiting for the axe to fall

The world suddenly seems so small

It only exists for you and me

But you are made of clouds and dreams

If I touch you, you would cease to be

Giving way to my plans and schemes

So look I can but never touch

A delicate balance is struck

Until another comes into your life

Even in dreams I have no luck

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Wondering

Wondering

I’ve lost my footing along the way

I no longer hold my head up high

Would anyone wonder why?

Whether at work or at play

No longer able to throw cares away

Ever wondering why

This has to be the way

Life is lived in brief spans

Mine seem to be mainly tired

Longing for holding of hands

Filled with a burning desire

But eminently lacking in plans

Ending in a gulf of fire

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