It Wasnt Me

[SophiaGrace]

It wasn't me that was there for you.
It wasn't me that held you through.
It wasn't me that took your hand.
It wasn't me that saved your land.

I am not the perfect alibi.
Nor the stalwart shoulder.
My hand is permeable,
and voice grows colder.

It wasn't. *******. I.

The End.

 

[perfanoff]

 

[BrokenInside]

For you Soph,

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

 

[SophiaGrace]

Don't be sad. Sometimes I just get bitter. I haven't been sleeping well lately and it's been messing with me.

(Hug)

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For you Soph,

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

I just have to ask. Did you write that on the spot?

 

[BrokenInside]

I just have to ask. Did you write that on the spot?

No, Soph! Its not mine. Couldn't find the poet though. I just wanted to buck up you

*hugs*

 

[ladyforsaken]

Nice one, Soph.. and that one too, B. I miss writing.