..Oh Yes, I know..
that life is too precious.
No waiting.
No wasting.
Gotta grab some fun
and enjoy the ride.
..
But,
Why d'I linger here,
when there is no hope,
(..is there ever any hope??)
He'll never come back.
I linger in the dark,
bound to grief..
under the shading of trees
There is nothing for me to ease the pain,
Please teach me:
How to take care of a grievin' heart
that is ill of dispairing love??
that is yearning for something it can not have??
To put our feeling into words
-and to later read our own words-
is a healing experience.
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