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 :)


How can it be that I can still grieve,
as I try to understand why you're hounding my dreams.
There is nothing here that you can still want.
Be happy with your choices. Live!

Think no more. Just let me be.
Or at least, tell me clearly
what else do you need,
how else can I set you free.

August Bernadette 
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