Half smiling look and hazy eyesleftintime
Unsure of what to do
Afraid to say goodbye.
Last glance into a mothers face
A hand still held
Small heart is beating out of place.
Destination made has come to stay
A chance has passed
Too late to walk away.
Can’t fly back, so hold your tears
Forget what’s been
Time strikes for brighter years.
Some said You’ll be well better of
Some said You should have stayed
Some said, now kid it’s up to You
But once it’s done, decision’s made.
She could’t bear to look and wave
Into the lonely stares
As moments passed a tear had rolled
But nobody was there.

January 2011

Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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