A River and an Ocean.
Which would you have chosen?
My story didn't end that way.
Never did.
The river swept my heart away.
Everything died there.
Never once did I look at the Ocean.
Was it fault on my part.
All I could offer is dead.
I cried.
Finally.
For the first time you left.
I just want to be alone.
For now.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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