Every insignificant choice
leading me down another long and winding road.
From the shaking of my hands and nervous tremble of my voice
to the long over due release of a heavy load.
From when my hands were tied
to when my touch met yours.
One thing stays the same
no matter the path I choose.
When I was intensely sad
or unavoidably alone.
You were always around
reminding me of the good I never had.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Every insignificant choice
leading me down another long and winding road.
From the shaking of my hands and nervous tremble of my voice
to the long over due release of a heavy load.
From when my hands were tied
to when my touch met yours.
One thing stays the same
no matter the path I choose.
When I was intensely sad
or unavoidably alone.
You were always around
reminding me of the good I never had.
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