I’m tough
enough
to see the end of
what I thought was love.
I can tell
and I’m not naïve
that you’re done
you just want to leave.
So go.
Continue readingI’m tough
enough
to see the end of
what I thought was love.
I can tell
and I’m not naïve
that you’re done
you just want to leave.
So go.
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2016 was not a kind year. But you probably are tired of me talking about it. It’s okay, I’m tired of complaining about it. It was a rough go especially at the end there. But it is over. Continue reading
What if
I wasn’t reliable?
I love this road that I’m on
I’ve been traveling it so very long.
The scenery is pretty
and I have some good company.
I’d travel forever
never straying or turning, no never.
But that is not meant to be,
this road that I’m on is ending for me.
Never mistake a road’s end
for one that simply has a bend.
Yes, goodbyes may be tough,
but a new road is waiting for my love.
So, I will travel on
and advance down the road I belong.
© 2013 ck’s days
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