RetrospectA Poem by Breezie Kae
In retrospect, I couldn't see far forward.
In retrospect, it couldn't get much worse. Oh, but then it gets better, oh, how it gets better, gets better again. In retrospect, the sky was grey. In retrospect, couldn't get away. Oh, but then it gets bluer, oh so royal bluer again. And then every moment is my therapy, every moment is so much to me. Holding on before I get out of hand again. Every silence is in admiration, and all of my laughter is genuine. Holding on before I get out of hand. So is life, oh, so is life. So is life, oh, so is life. In retrospect, I could have wasted less time. In retrospect, it could have been sublime. In retrospect, I could have gone much deeper. In retrospect, I could have gone. And then every moment is my therapy, every moment is so much to me. Holding on before I get out of hand again. Every silence is in admiration, and all of my laughter is genuine. Holding on before I get out of hand. So is life, oh, so is life. So is life, oh, so is life. © 2010 Breezie Kae |
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Added on May 16, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 Author
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