Life
Crumpled at the end of the bed
Waiting for the day you wed,
The day you grow up
And you're no longer a pup.
You'll see the real world
And wished you'd curled
Up in bed and stayed there
Away from all this terror.
The lonliness didn't leave
You still can hardly breathe.
Work demands more
And now you're getting sore.
You bought a cat,
You feel fat,
But this is life
You're not a wife
Or CEO,
Your skin won't glow
And your stairs creek.
But you still see a peek,
A peek of hapiness.
And in your blindness
You seek a friend
Someone till the end.
But then life hits again
And you wish you'd been
More careful with yourself
And stayed on our high shelf.
But instead you leapt
When you should've slept.
Filled with regret,
Why'd you take that bet?
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