When there’s one straw left,
Between your heart
And death,
It’s so hard,
To leave it behind,
And walk the other way.
The final Straw,
Is the most beautiful of all,
Shining, Shimmering, Beckoning;
But like the others,
Its promise may be misunderstood,
So why should I bother?
That last tempting straw,
So fragile, so delicate,
But a barrier to all.
Give me the strength,
To lift that straw,
And the dreams to hold on.
2007-08-23
19:41:47
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This was written in the past, I chose to hold on. 6 years later I regained her as a best friend and she has helped me gain a whole new world open to me because of it. But, it is hard at the time. Faith will carry you far.
2007-08-23
22:57:39 ·
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