an hour promised
an hour of not hurting an hour of only good an hour of only happiness an hour with out regret an hour full of hope an hour full of joy
I promised an hour tomorrow and then a call and if, and every time I slip, I will start over and each time I truly start again, the time will get longer until I no longer hurt or regret or pine or wish it will be joy and happiness and hope and memory that makes me smile not cry
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sidhedancer) wrote,
tired
