It all started with thrill,
It reached the middle shallow,
Excitement was meant to be ,
It fades with a little hollow,
You were supposed to read me,
Yet it never came ,
The things I thought were my success,
you turned them into a memory of ironic pain,
The confidence was gone ,
Yet you said you appreciated,
You never supported, yet You still remain,
My stories turned into ashes,
you made me write them again,
I stopped listening to you,
And lived my own ambition,
then my courage regain,
Now, you were reading my stories,
still living beside me but ,
the reality is you never came .
©HM King
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