To hold the
unbridled
reins.
Of a wild heart
untamed
To cry these tears
without
the pain
To never know
you feel the
same.
To hold to memories
We know not why..
The past cannot
be denied..
To ourselves we tell
many lies..
To avoid the
heart break of
good-bye.
Time seems to fly
so fast..
Like we are
characters in a
movie cast..
Wish that our
friendship could
outlast.
All the baggage
from the
past.
Ahh..
If only we could begin
again..
I would never
let you go
my friend..
There would be
no past
no clocks
no end
If only time we could
transcend
I do not want
to live with
your hate ..
For that I know
I am
too late..
To fix what is set
by fate..
To take away my
greatest
mistake.
Well done! I love the way this puppy flows down the page. Wild.
~E
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 23, 2003
Dear Ericka, I don?t think any person in his right mind could hate you. You have so much to offer to yourself, and the world:) Smile back to me, Please!
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Enjoyed this...
Trixie :)
beautiful!
Reindeer
Chrissie
~E
Love yf
tony