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Mistakes
We were neither too young Nor too old, back then Simple things were all that mattered We didn't ask for much What happened? I had my convictions You had your doubts I wanted to hold off You wanted to hang on What happened? The weight of hesitation Time passing for nothing But the comfort of seeming Together without being What happened? Fear of the unknown Dread of what's ahead Inaction Anger What happened? Tried, again, too much... More than I could bear To give into and take Was a slap and a blow What happened? Letting go Each part and all at once Wasn't easy For either of our reasons... Now my page is blank With a marker in hand I lend you my last eraser For the pencil sketches you still keep on yours -mgsmd "PT" 02/2015 |
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There not mistakes.....
There just not meant to be..... There life's lessons..... There, there for us to learn..... |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Sat 02/21/15 01:04 AM
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There not mistakes..... There just not meant to be..... There life's lessons..... There, there for us to learn..... We all need a sense of closure... Some learn differently from others What is "sorry" when the damage has been done? Mis-take ---> taken wrongly ... A re-take doesn't seem wise... Time passes Choices made People change Some a little more than others. Some a little less than ought to be. |
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Mistakes We were neither too young Nor too old, back then Simple things were all that mattered We didn't ask for much What happened? I had my convictions You had your doubts I wanted to hold off You wanted to hang on What happened? The weight of hesitation Time passing for nothing But the comfort of seeming Together without being What happened? Fear of the unknown Dread of what's ahead Inaction Anger What happened? Tried, again, too much... More than I could bear To give into and take Was a slap and a blow What happened? Letting go Each part and all at once Wasn't easy For either of our reasons... Now my page is blank With a marker in hand I lend you my last eraser For the pencil sketches you still keep on yours -mgsmd "PT" 02/2015 Feels like you wrote a page of my bio!! |
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Mistakes We were neither too young Nor too old, back then Simple things were all that mattered We didn't ask for much What happened? I had my convictions You had your doubts I wanted to hold off You wanted to hang on What happened? The weight of hesitation Time passing for nothing But the comfort of seeming Together without being What happened? Fear of the unknown Dread of what's ahead Inaction Anger What happened? Tried, again, too much... More than I could bear To give into and take Was a slap and a blow What happened? Letting go Each part and all at once Wasn't easy For either of our reasons... Now my page is blank With a marker in hand I lend you my last eraser For the pencil sketches you still keep on yours -mgsmd "PT" 02/2015 Feels like you wrote a page of my bio!! |
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is right.
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I agree op... a sense of closure if it helped ... nice write ...
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...it's the last paragraph that's the clincher. I love it.
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When promises are made to be broken.... Mistakes are made to be corrected...
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When promises are made to be broken.... Mistakes are made to be corrected... OOOOOOoooo, I might just hang this ^^^ on my bedroom ceiling. |
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What today's date?
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When promises are made to be broken.... Mistakes are made to be corrected... OOOOOOoooo, I might just hang this ^^^ on my bedroom ceiling. heehee |
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What today's date? your timezone or mine? hahaha |
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