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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

My Solace

This was going to be our finest year
I had it all thought out; A brand new start
But in the end, patience wore thin
And ended up with a broken heart

I find myself picking up the pieces
To a life that could have been
Only to put them away in a little brown box
With the question of If or When

So I struggle to avoid the silent moments
When thoughts of you can wander and sway
And find solace in the very fact
That I can be happy again someday

J. Mendoza

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