“what will it take”?
March 3, 2011
looking up,
that’s all there was;
and as the question hung,
what answer could there be?
and that’s when we turned,
and walked away.
never looking back.
never holding on.
never regretting.
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
looking up,
that’s all there was;
and as the question hung,
what answer could there be?
and that’s when we turned,
and walked away.
never looking back.
never holding on.
never regretting.