PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

new life

Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2002
I've messed up as often
As the clock hands get lost
Around each curve

But
I never wanted you to
I never expected anyone to
Give the things you do

Don't you know that I know
You're special

yeah you're rare

I cant look at a brand new life
Being held out to me and
...say no

Im not that strong

It's not enough that I'm sorry

It's just a new day
And I've learned to trudge on

Yes I want a garden where my flowers can bloom
It might take me longer, but I would plant my own path with or without you

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