Why do you feel that way? ((( 08.23.08)))
I can't find a reason
to hang on, and even
if I could, i wouldn't.
The wind whispers,
the rain sings,
the trees sway...
Maybe I should stay,
maybe I should wait
for something to change.
The wind whispers,
the rain sings,
the trees dance...
This must be what
you're feeling, standing
behind me, waiting
your turn
to
decide.
(This poem was written for a friend, not through my eyes. Dedicated to S.M.E )
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