Sunday, October 6, 2013

09/01/2001

I'll walk away thinking you were telling the truth.
I will walk thinking I can keep my head high.
I will never know what road you are on.
I don't know what direction you are walking,
because you never told me.
I take it upon myself to think I understand what you said.
Words never make it better,
but if you could just reach out and touch me maybe I would know.
Watch me walk.
See if you feel anything, seeing me like that.
Learn to catch my air.
Run and grab my wrist pull me in your world.
Let's see what happens.
Walk away from me when you need to be that way.

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