Purple's Platitudes

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Now

24 September 2011

Now

 

That was then, this is Now,

you’d think that I would learn

to let go of the past –

sometimes you can’t return.

 

You’d think that I would learn,

after all of these years,

sometimes you can’t return –

it’s not worth holding on.

 

After all of these years,

I may never know why

it’s not worth holding on –

but I have to believe!

 

I may never know why

love seems so hard to find,

but I won’t believe that

it is impossible.

 

Maybe love can be found,

just let go of the past.

It’s not impossible –

that was then, this is Now.

24 September, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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