And she cries
In the road less travelled and worn,
And she knows
That it's rather this than be torn.
She sees the world through
A different Looking-glass.
She sits in a place
No better than the last.
And she thinks that it'll be better
As she sits, rereads his letter.
Crystal clear tears drip down her face,
All the innocence gone from this place.
And she cries,
the sweetest tears are the thing
that makes her who she is,
And she cries.
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- Leigh
- I'm quiet, invisible, unattainable, beautiful. The sound of my voice is your melody, flowing through your veins. I'm every breath you breathe, I'm every step you take. I find beauty the broken. I believe in love, as scary as it is.
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This poem reminds me of "Stairway to Heaven" for some reason.
Looking back over some of my older posts, it sort of reminded me of how I was feeling then. Things pass, things change...and not always for the better, but we eventually get to where we are going to.
Hey, if you ever need to chat, leave me your address, and I'll get back to you. Sometimes it is better to chat one to one than have everything written on a post!
Hugs!
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