We do not choose them they are just there
Like quiet desperation or the air we share
A mother, a father a sister or brother
A broken old chair we would give to no other
You hate them and love them
You wipe away tears
You come and you go but they're always there
Life won’t always give you the people you want
Or the endings to stories that you would have bought
A mother, a father a sister or brother
A broken old chair we would give to no other
You hate them and love them
You wipe away tears
You come and you go but they're always there
Life won’t always give you the people you want
Or the endings to stories that you would have bought
---Siv Maria
10 comments:
Absolutely perfect! I loved reading this ;)
Very well said!
Wow! I love that! Well done and well said my friend!
So beautiful...
lovely words, well said.
Absolutely! Getting what we would have chosen would bore the hell out of us!
How lovely
purrr meowwww.. I love your interactive kitty.. heheee.. he purred at me, and then was playing with my pointer :) nicole
So beautiful and heart breakingly true. Thanks for sharing.
This was so evocative and true. The words swept me into my own memories, my own world, while listening to you lyrical truths. Thanks so much. Yours is a special talent. Roland
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