NS (April 29,1959 / Wisconsin)

Just A Mess

Come to terms,
get a grip.

Can the heart
endure this trip?

All my words are true and pure,
can my heart feel your allure?

Will this end in a flight
will I ever see the light?

What I want is happiness
What I have is just a mess.

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Great. Love it. Like a final outcry. Thanks Nan