Jan 13
I really should write the perfect line
With perfect will and aim and time
And I really should do a lot of things
That I keep on hoping tomorrow'll bring
But it never seems to bring it
Just like I never seem to write it
I had meant to think of a happy ending
Or at least of a good one
Oh, bother
With perfect will and aim and time
And I really should do a lot of things
That I keep on hoping tomorrow'll bring
But it never seems to bring it
Just like I never seem to write it
I had meant to think of a happy ending
Or at least of a good one
Oh, bother
Sometimes things, like poems and people, they end up on paths that nobody intended for them.
It is okay to embrace a miss, I think.
It is okay to embrace a miss, I think.
(Some Strange Nebula)
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