Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
the sky is full of stars i hope that some are mine but when i stretch out my hand they shrink and break apart disintegrate and i shrink back afraid to hope again and break again.
3 comments:
some stars will always be yours....and then they are some....
Well, we all live on Hope ...don't we....
Hang in there dear....Even the faintest stars do shine sometimes.... :)
Its been awhile ..I have not visited ur blog ..Happy New Year
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