It saddens me,
that you don't know yet.
That I will leave when the time comes.
The gentle breeze that stays behind me
and caresses your skin
is not some gentle reminder
or a pretty memory
it is a prelude
to a storm of anger
that will engulf your very soul.
Reach those depths
pull out the anger
and scream.
Call me names.
Cry.
Rage aloud my dear.
When I leave
what lies behind me is
such pain
that you will never overcome it.
3 comments:
> That I will leave when the time comes.
I was reading ur blog and co-incidentally my browser was having another tab about time-based vs event-based signals (software terms)
Hmmm... Maybe not always. Wa say?
it's only perspective... should I be explaining this?
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