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Published : 8 months, 1 week ago (Thu, 30 Oct 2008 16:29:14 PDT)
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I visited your memory today, just stopped by to say hello.
There’s so much left to say, so much you need to know.
I opened up and spilled my heart into the wind.
This bottled up resentment hurts so much, it’s time for it to end.
The roses I brought to keep the peace remained in my hand.
Your memory stood silently while I made my stand. I spoke of the pain I’ve felt so deep inside for so long.
How much it hurt to think of how everything went wrong.
My pride stepped down to let me speak what needed to be said.
I finally let loose of all the thoughts inside my head.
As the words tumbled out, I felt my soul begin to glow.
My self-respect returned, I felt myself let go. I wept tears of release as I knelt on the ground.
I felt the weight slip from my heart, it didn’t make a sound.
I opened my eyes to look up at where your memory once stood.
It had disappeared, I knew somehow it would.
The flowers drifted into the breeze, I smiled and watched them go.
This moment of good bye helped more than you’ll ever know. |
