It was one of those days,
when words flowed out of me like rivers.
It was one of those days,
when I felt the only thing holding me back from flying was gravity.
It was one of those days,
when I felt so innately unstoppable, I acted too brave.
It was one of those days,
When each moment was better than the last,
and every choice that could be regretted would be made.
For who thinks of consequences when the night is young,
Only when the day fades and a new one begins
do we think back and say,
"Oh, it was one of those days."
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
It was one of those days,
when words flowed out of me like rivers.
It was one of those days,
when I felt the only thing holding me back from flying was gravity.
It was one of those days,
when I felt so innately unstoppable, I acted too brave.
It was one of those days,
When each moment was better than the last,
and every choice that could be regretted would be made.
For who thinks of consequences when the night is young,
Only when the day fades and a new one begins
do we think back and say,
"Oh, it was one of those days."
We all have those days when we are just emotionally messed up and have to forgive and forget and move on with our life.
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