walking with a little poetic licence

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Walking Together-


When you wanted dry land'

I held the water back.

When you wanted carriage,

I carried you on my back.

When you wanted solace,

I let you weep alone.

When you wanted reflection,

I held you as my own.

When you wanted lies,

I had to walk away.

When you wanted to fly,

I was the wind that day.

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