Come Hither.

Friday, May 14, 2010

For the record, my heart is sore.



I was ready to be his pride,
when he feels embarrassed.
And to be the guide,
when he needed directions.
I put him first, I thought he'd stay,
but he couldn't weather the storm,
so he left me here in the rain.

Sometimes, people come into your life,
and you know right away
that they were meant to be there,
to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson,
or to help you figure out who you are,
or who you want to become.

Some may leave, others choose to stay.

So we all take chances,
because it's better to cross the line
and suffer the consequences,
than to stare at that line
for the rest of your life.

And at some point, you have to realize,
that he doesn't care, and maybe, just maybe,

you're missing out on someone who does.




Well, all stories wait for endings, but songs,
songs are brave things bold enough to sing,


even when all they know is darkness.

posted by Lynette  # 3:26:00 AM

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