My mind needs a solace from
the rattle-tattle and lovable
nature of too-sweet but
un-gone times.
I've said before that this
reoccurence of what you've
said and what you've done
straddles my thoughts with
a prisoner's wish.
(How free I'd be if only I'd leave.)
But too late can't come too soon;
this day's gone without any flighty
promise of where to go or how to move
or where you'd go if you could.
(I'm just not that kind of gal.)
A contest entry
- WOW YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!!! by elmundopasa1.
300 points, ended July 4, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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But too late can't come too soon;
this day's gone without any flighty
promise of where to go or how to move
or where you'd go if you could." i like this part a lot. great job. very well done.
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