Hope
In the dance of mistakes, I let her voice speak,
Apologies exchanged, yet regrets I seek.
Her soothing touch, a balm for my mind,
Yet sometimes, her words are not so kind.
A cycle unfolds, calmness then chaos anew,
Caught in a hole of our own making, it's true.
Yet I refuse to burden you with guilt, my dear,
As we strive to climb out and breathe without fear.
Wishing luck upon us both, to rise above the fray,
And find a path where fresh air awaits, come what may.
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