People leave, fear, pull away. Why do I remember backs not smiling faces. We fear, we leave and are taught not to look back. Not to run back, to clasp the hands of those we love, who we fear to lose, but risk to hold. We hold rarely. We walk. We fear.
... says the fool, who left
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me Seen and Unseen
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(75)
-
▼
August
(18)
- I am one of these ...
- Bitter
- This is what overwhelmes me when I listen to OP an...
- In veins
- Raise
- Rise
- ON IRA by ZAZ
- Will of the Flame
- Speak
- Sometimes the real feels like a dream, unbound and...
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNoi7HHpLSQ
- Bb
- *I add* - Be a dragon
- Rosemary
- You
- Fly!
- The Blue Bond
- *_* a.k.a Full
-
▼
August
(18)
No comments:
Post a Comment