It's time to go,
Time to stay,
Time to turn the other way,
With time to start,
And time to end
Time, time, and time again
Fast,
Slow,
No matter where you go
Don't let time go with the flow
And Leave you behind
With no place to go.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
What's stopping me- a letter from Chester
Marget
Why can't I forget you? It's been a while now, I'm an afterthought to you, but I can't seen to move on. Am I frightened of changing? Am I that alone that I don't see that your life and my and moved on pasted the point of return? There are days where I don't feel it anymore, but others were I would do anything to have you return to me. Yet I know this can not be the case, I must move forward, even if each time I do I find cliff falls. Even when we do have time to talk the love that you once had has left your voice, and has been turned to another. I know that it's time to leave, it's hard for before you I had not had the courage and strength that was with me when you were near. Or it may of been I had those things but had not used them before you. Maybe it's time that I use those things, and notice that this letter will never be seen by you, but only addressed to me. So when I close this letter, the love I send will be more to myself than that of you. Thank you for what you taught me even though it was without your knowledge.
Love
Chester Lewis Garrett
1946
Why can't I forget you? It's been a while now, I'm an afterthought to you, but I can't seen to move on. Am I frightened of changing? Am I that alone that I don't see that your life and my and moved on pasted the point of return? There are days where I don't feel it anymore, but others were I would do anything to have you return to me. Yet I know this can not be the case, I must move forward, even if each time I do I find cliff falls. Even when we do have time to talk the love that you once had has left your voice, and has been turned to another. I know that it's time to leave, it's hard for before you I had not had the courage and strength that was with me when you were near. Or it may of been I had those things but had not used them before you. Maybe it's time that I use those things, and notice that this letter will never be seen by you, but only addressed to me. So when I close this letter, the love I send will be more to myself than that of you. Thank you for what you taught me even though it was without your knowledge.
Love
Chester Lewis Garrett
1946
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