I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me.

I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenevery you cry.

I won't remember every single appointment.

I won't keep the sheen on my armour.

I won't know what to say sometimes.

I won't get your order right.

I'll be late.

I'll be fucked-up.

But i'll write something for you when you least expect it.

But i'll hold you tight as i can whenever i can.

But i'll burst through the door as soon as i remember.

But i'll polish it until it shines again.

But i'll say something anyway.

But i'll go back and make it right.

But i'll get there.

But i'll try.

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So if you can't stay, walk away slowly, Rip the plaster off bit by bit,
piece by piece. Because i'd rather feel that than nothing at all.

Taken from pleasefindthis.blogspot.com

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream. - Kahlil Gibran

* Thaqifah aka Qie
* 25 yrs old
* 30/12/86
* Capricorn
* Extrovert
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