Diaries of a New Yorker- Emma's thoughts

Many a cold night

Many a lonely night sitting by the fireplace

Sitting, listening to the clock as it ticked

Sighing, thinking, and yet arriving at no

answer

Life had become pretty much of a routine

Dull, boring with no motivation to keep going

Sometimes, there was a deep longing to be adventurous

again

Adventure

Was that the missing link

Another deep sigh

Maybe you need to get a life, a voice uttered

And so the maybes continued to run in her head

Truth was, she was tired, weak and worn-out

Her mates had become mums

And romance lingered in the air all around

Where had she missed it

Where had she gone wrong

Yet she knew that she was desirable

Oh well, she slipped under the covers

And let her thoughts fade with the sleep that wrapped its

warm arms around her

Just Maybe

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