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By biker chick Date: 2002 Dec 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.06.16.45.2832]] |
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You're on a plane somewhere, along the East coast... As I search the house for extra boxes to pack away my dreams. A glass of wine and the Christmas tree to brighten up the night... Although the light was shed upon it all before you left. Almost a decade of memories to take with me, But I will leave all your lies on the shelf. An empty house that will echo with your ego... Will be all that's left to welcome you home. Cuz I'm taking my pride, and my respect, and my dignity... And wrapping it in bubble paper, to be put in a box marked "Fragile. Handle with care." Because I have learned that if I do not keep these things precious, they get thrown in the back corners of the basement, forgotten and neglected... Until one day I remember that I have them. And that's when I delared Moving Day... And dug them out and realized just how much I've needed them, And I have no idea how I've survived this long without them. So, bon voyage... pleasant journey. And when you return... I only pray, you say the same. |