Circumstances.
Prevail, the waves pulling me away.
Goodbye, the last word
I'll ever knowingly say to you out loud.
I will live with that in my heart,
Last memories good for the soul.
Think of you before I sleep
When I wake.
Days go fast, days go slow,
Time's the healer,
Patience a virtue.
One day my heart will forget
The way you made me feel,
Take to someone else
Like a bird to the sky,
A duck to water.
Graham Sherwood
Sun 21st Nov 2010 16:37
I really liked this until it descended into a litany of cliches and metaphors at the end. It's almost as if you ran out of words Georgina?