The Rise and Fall of Potential
A sunset always makes me cry
By Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
With the sun, I let our potential fade
I wish I’d let us shine
Now I’m living in eternal shade
It would’ve been nice if hope had stayed
I’d have loved to make you mine
With the sun, I let our potential fade
Wondering if something I could have said would have swayed
We could be better than just “fine”
Now I’m living in eternal shade
If only my demons had been slayed
Impaled on a pitch fork’s tine
With the sun, I let our potential fade
Looking from the outside, I see my body splayed
They say all good things end with time
Now I’m living in eternal shade
Wish our future was the one my mind had made
If only we’d headed the signs
With the sun, I let our potential fade
Now I’m living in eternal shade
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