She sits looking out over a past that she sometimes wishes she had never had.There are things she would change if she could,dreams she dreamed that no one understood.
She sits looking out over a past,memories filling,spilling from a cup overflowing.Not many remain now in her little world,heaven has claimed them and left her alone.
She sits looking out over a past,anger sometimes blocking her path.She'll let it go, little by little.She'll survive if only a little.
She sits looking out over a future. She doesn't believe in much anymore.But she believes in love,in him.
So she sits watching old pain slowly melt away. Willing to dream again,believe again,completely in love....again.
By: Donna Krueger |
