Life has a funny way of working itself out.
And once it does,
You look back,
And you're gratefull for how somethings ended up.
You just have to hold on in the mean time.
Don't wory, you'll survive this.
It's not like you trully needed me before.
I was a temporary guide
Knowing I'd be discarded soon enough.
It's blissful to know how ignorant I seemed to be,
To the pain I felt once it occured.
I seems my mind is incapable of conjuring
Just the right phrases on how to intervene.
You're on self destruction mode.
And it pains me to sit on the sidelines.
Your intentions are blatantly shown,
Although your mind belives obscurity is present.
I just don't have the heart to push you away.
It hurts;
To know I've been replaced.
I'm a thing of the past.
But my history allows me to read you well.
Just enough to get a hint of knowing,
your heart wants me in your present.
My timing was just a second off,
Preventing for anything to fall into place
But I remain unaffected;
For life has a funny way of working itself out.
And once it does,
You look back,
And you're gratefull for how somethings ended up...
You just have to hold on in the mean time.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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