The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sometimes...
I feel I was meant to walk this world alone.
You placed my hand in yours,
Then turned and with your other hand - reached for the door.
You said you'd carry me,
Then you turned from me and let me fall.
Where is the strength you promised to me.
I feel you've failed me.
Sometimes I feel I was meant to walk this world alone.
~N
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