By Elaina
Date: 24 January 2001
Words
Feelings and hopes
pored from my soul.
Or if you will just words
on paper. Just words
that alone would not mean
anythig, but combine with
the wear and tear
of heartache and failue
leave an everlasting remeberance,
that things always get worse
before they get better.
And when the best is
thrust upon us we
are frozen like a deer
in headlights. And once
we are hit we snap back to
the reality that we once had
it good, but didn't know it at the time.
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