DAY 02: Scratching Old Scars

When it’s time to see the real whisperings 
Of fake laughter, of mysterious comments
If only I could repay such kindness
But I can’t for I won’t.
Then the time is ripe to let go
Of what was lost and what was none
Forcing one to respond such drama
Who am I kidding?
We are not too young to play
Nor too old to grow so fast
This is just the way it is.
Could be the first hello
To end the last goodbye.

Good luck.

November 18, 2013

 
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