These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


Him  that I love, I wish to be
Free - Even from me.
(Anne Morrow Lindbergh)


Let me let go
I don’t want to be the one
To have to hold you back
from what you should be
Go on and take what you can from the world
But first, release me from your memory

I’d gladly give you my angel’s wings
And anything else that would allow me to see
You soaring high into the clouds;
Running wild.

So let me let go.
Tell me to move on
Leaving you to your precious liberty
Won’t matter if you ask nicely
Or just push me away
As long as it’s clear
In your life I can no longer stay

Let me let go.
Don’t kill me with your silence.
For once, just be everything that is brave and true.
For you to say that you need me no more
Is all that I am asking of you.

4:03 am
October 29, 2003
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