segunda-feira, 25 de maio de 2009

Scared of the raven's saying

I let you slide, once again, out of my arms.
I tell myself I had to: it wasn't right - not there and then - there were more important things to think about - people we shouldn't disappoint.

If all that is true why do I feel empty and terrified of having had my last chance?

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Última? Não acredito

mafaldinha disse...

We never know what the future holds for us