"the world was calling you away
and your leaving was just a way
of staying with what you'd come to say"
this pain was a poem slowly written
torn from the book
and cast into a corner of the attic
where no one could look
this rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
`til there was nothing left to burn
now I stand alone in these attic bones
and re-read that poem
all yellowed with age
tears heal - such as healing is -
so I cast that page into the ashes
and there is no blame...
only shades of regret
and those too will fade
as the world calls me away
and your leaving was just a way
of staying with what you'd come to say"
this pain was a poem slowly written
torn from the book
and cast into a corner of the attic
where no one could look
this rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
`til there was nothing left to burn
now I stand alone in these attic bones
and re-read that poem
all yellowed with age
tears heal - such as healing is -
so I cast that page into the ashes
and there is no blame...
only shades of regret
and those too will fade
as the world calls me away
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ninadelamorte:
It's a picture I found on line somewhere. It looks enough like me which is why I like it plus I have an Ophelia obsession.
ninadelamorte:
well my dad insisted on paying to have my broke car fixed...it's gonna cost way more then we were expecting...i feel like crap about it all since he's gonna have to have my step mom help pay for it. Since he just paid the taxes on my house. mind you i haven't asked him to do any of this.