to watch you leave could actually bring tears to my bulky eyes, life is a risk and i think me is willing to take it. Not writting about nobody. Lost in my thoughts i sat staring like a lowly kid trying to get mums attention. Alone with the thought of lossing a friend forever. I could accept whatever but being a pushover is definately far from it. Now as i push the hair out of my already wet eyes, and in a gentle rush i brush off the sweat from my cheek, i make a warm decision to let go.....saving all the trouble and firmly resolving not to look back, i note graciously on, alone just me and my thoughts....
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 06:37:48 +0000
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