I also realize I can't write anymore. Dunno, as someone puts it, if even this has a reason.
First life was a serendipity. Second one an obscenity. Third is for eternity ... © ®
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I can't
I can’t take it when you say it’s a waste.
I can’t take it when you say don’t.
I can’t see us parting on that note.
I can’t see when you leave in a huff.
I can’t leave without a troika.
I can’t go without a feather touch.
I can’t bear a loss of opportunities.
I can’t think of anyone but you.
I can’t live without you.
You'd find this post croppin up if you'd search :
confessions,
hopeless romantic,
miss you
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