Soaring Apart

April 11, 2011
By MsSarcasmo GOLD, Milo, Maine
MsSarcasmo GOLD, Milo, Maine
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Baby, it's like this:

Secrets will be buried 'till

We finally say

Goodbye, not "hello"-

The sound of a beginning

Is as far gone as

Feelings of regret

Which linger like soaring birds

Which we were. Stuborn

As we are, we'll fly

'Till our feathers lose color,

We lose each other,

And our prominent

Songs of the skies drift apart-

It is mirroring us.

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