in times of loss, all we can think about is the pain. That searing feeling that burns away a bit of flesh as it peirces your heart. Drama with a capital D indeed, but we know we've all gone through some bout of ti or the other.
Well we all pick ourselves up, tie our belts a bit tighter, and walk on. A bit safer this time.
Im hurt, sore hearted, but like all other times, i'll repair. The worst part is that the ones i would really have loved to have longer, are the ones that leave faster.
im standing at the warf, and their boat has sailed, leaving me with the annoying sea gulls.