Today
Today I saw
What I cannot have.
I'm sorry.
Yesterday I dreamt
Of tiny hands,
Aiding steps and
Teaching words.
Tomorrow I will cry,
And we will fight
Until you hold me,
And still the pain
That flows unseen.
Insufferably I seem
To act like a stone,
But your gentle heart
Won't let me suffer alone.
You say give up this bottle
Cos it won't see me through,
And if I have nothing left,
Then I'll still have you.
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beautifuldisasterposted on 10/30/2009
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