Holding On
Your eyes are soft and sorry
still it hurts to look at you
In my mind I step backward
never predicting the cost
or the toll it would take
on my heart
which skips a beat
my breath caught in my throat
Holding on to what is left
yet trying to forget what was
and the possibilities of what could be
Angela Minard 2010©
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That is how I feel about my entire life. "What could have been"
Beautiful.
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