You would think that after
shedding so many tears
and filling so many
notebooks with ink
that the supply would eventually run out.
But that’s life I suppose.
The highs and lows
so artistically placed
so that the other is creeping
right around the bend
when it seems as though
the now will never end.
I would like to say that
I could use a bend right about now…
but I don’t even know what
side I’m on.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 8:20 AM UTC
You would think that after
shedding so many tears
and filling so many
notebooks with ink
that the supply would eventually run out.
But that’s life I suppose.
The highs and lows
so artistically placed
so that the other is creeping
right around the bend
when it seems as though
the now will never end.
I would like to say that
I could use a bend right about now…
but I don’t even know what
side I’m on.
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