laxami Cards


close


Just so close
but then bust
the door is closed
what happened
didn't take it
it was there
ahhh man
right in front
waiting and then
boom, all gone
what did i do
not enough
head dripping of sweat
shaking, not again
missed opportunity
damn, this sucks
what to do
walk tall
hold head up
chest out
and march
got stuff to do
so close
but yeah i was there
it will be back
confidence is not leaving
trust more then ever in self
missed opportunity
is an opportunity itself
dont matter
what they think
what they do
all that matters
is what choice is made
live or die
win or lose
there is always a tommorow
start now

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

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