The scenario is not new. You have thought of it often since you learned what the feelings and thoughts actually meant. You thought you knew what to say , but it turners out no matter how many hundred times you have gone through it in your mind you could never have expected what would happened. If the opportune moment were to present its self, you would say what your heart was bearing. Yet somehow when the opportune moment presents its self, you felt better as to let it slide. For it could hurt more then heal even though it could make it easier. Better to let it slide. Send those thoughts in to hiding and live as normal.
The crocked smile, you remember. To let it slide was better. The crocked smile can be felt now and then. Snow is sliding down from the heavens to seal your decision, or perhaps it is rain. You'd rather it be snow
Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots. - Victor Hugo
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little. Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.
3 comments:
Victor Hugo var en artig skrue, sa my morsomt gjorde han.
*Klemmepå* that was nicely written. but so sad, and well therefore also somehow you.. strange, isn't it?
Strange that something I write bare resemblance to myself..O.o
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