My candle burns at both its ends; It will not last the night; But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light. --Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
100 Words on Saturday – 7
I knew it was my last day there
When did I grow up?
Why only I have to leave?
Is it the end
Or a new beginning?
What kind of a love is this?
that needs me to leave
My old Loves behind..
But do I have to?
As I walk down the steps
I am hesitant
Now that the day has come
I don't want to!
As I look back at him
Blurry eyed
Can see him smiling
With tears in his eyes.
As he walked towards me
Hugged me, Blessed me
Whispered in my ears "Be happy, Always"
I knew it was my last day there
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