It started with a knot.And over time a rope was formedStrengthened by my toil,Thickened by my hope. And the grip got tighter. And just when i thought i finally had you,the blade hit the rope.And you were lost.
Returning to my Self
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I can hear the birds chirping in my backyard, and I smile as I sip my ice
cold electrolyte water.
Because I feel so damn grateful.
There are times th...
7 months ago
gr8 poem
ReplyDeletebut why always such a sad ending? lol
TOT AGREE STERY !!!!
ReplyDelete;) smile - its the curve that sets things staright !!!
tracht gut vet zein gut !!!! :) :)
givaldik!
ReplyDeletei get it....do i? good poem
ReplyDeletelol not depressed....and not tot lost!!! bh iyh
ReplyDeletewhoa depressing in my opinion- but good!!
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i mean not good that its depressing but good poem :)