Will i ever get to wherever it is that i am going? If i do, will i know when im there? If the wind blew me in the right direction, would i even care?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Weathered...
Someday she will breakaway from this cloud of dust; but not today...
Someday she will let her inhibitions go and trust; but not today...
Someday she will learn to love again and move past the hurt; but not today....
Someday she will breathe easy and life wont be a masquerade; but not today....
Someday someone would reach out and she wont be cold; but not today....
Someday her miseries would be nothing but a story untold; but not today....
Someday she will be loved and no longer forlorn; but not today...
Someday she will find her way back home; but not today...
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2 comments:
cheer up ! psycho ! nothin has gone wrong. the wrong people are out of your life and the good ones are here to stay.
:-)
someday she will realise
everything is perfect the way it is. just not today. :)
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