The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
See Ya
I'm letting you go. My palm is open...go. You are neither a bird nor a butterfly. My palm is not facing up, it's facing down. You are a pebble, a thorn, a grain of sand. I'm letting you go....fall...away.
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Ahh...do you mind if i tell people i wrote that? it is a great poem.
3 comments:
Ahh...do you mind if i tell people i wrote that? it is a great poem.
Um...what do you mean you are leaving? Clarify please!
It's not me thats leavin' sister! I'm just letting go...or desperately trying to look like I am...I haven't decided.
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