HopeIt seems so long ago
The hurt as real as yesterday
If only the memories would go away
But most are too beautiful to let go
His little blonde head I see so clearly
If he'd only turn around and flash me his grin
The anger, the hurt, the tears
The intruders that never ask to come in
Stripped naked of all that is known
Left only that which is unseen...hope
The hurt as real as yesterday
If only the memories would go away
But most are too beautiful to let go
His little blonde head I see so clearly
If he'd only turn around and flash me his grin
The anger, the hurt, the tears
The intruders that never ask to come in
Stripped naked of all that is known
Left only that which is unseen...hope
3 comments:
Beautiful.
I thought you said you didn't understand poetry. ;-) love you. {{{{{hugs}}}}}}
So beautiful.
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