raw, open, bleeding
you’ve left my heart needing
a second chance
a second chance
days gone by
there is no going back
no changing tracks
no disappearing acts
but still the whisper
a second chance
a second chance
I would’ve changed

my skin
my hair
my soul
or anything in between
to keep you
to sleep with you
to touch you-just once more
to have a second chance
a second chance
that’s all I want, that’s all I ask
I beg, I plead
useless prayers, unyielding need
silent tears, anguished pleas
for a second chance
for lost dreams
Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
Lara Wilson

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