i have to admit –
that these days i do look back,
perhaps more,
than i every have

i could tell, i do tell you,
i mean it, i say it…
i do love you,
but what is love?

just as a woman with no confidence –
dreamed once that she had it made
but life beyond those checklist goals

did you not see,
it crept out of our doors
when the innocence stopped
and the drink no longer pours

crippling lack of self confidence
pushing low self esteem down a hill –
on a soap box cartgtr

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sometimes, in those days,
the blows
they were harder to take

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