Sunday, August 30, 2009

One of those.

"Like arrows in the hands of a mighty man, so are our youth."

I don't know where I stand.
And I don't know why I'm standing there.
confused
free
determined to be
ok.
afraid
alone
alright
let's go.
let's get this
show on
the road.
So I go now,
and I grow now.
Right?
Ideally,
I deal.
and I heal.
I don't want to think about us.
Or that beach.
Or that night.
Or that time.
Or the way that you
Or the song that we
Or that trip to
Or that smile.
Or those hands.
Or your heart.
ican't.

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