for the first time in a long time, i fear.
that this may be another dead end, that this lover at my door is going to be another heartache on my list. maybe this is a stream that i have to ford, another rock i have to climb.
having fallen once before and skinned more than just my knees - i don't quite know what to say.
should i say anything? should i grin and bear it, let things slide? after all, those are small matters.
what's a small thing and what isn't?
i wonder.
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