slipping away
I can feel your love fading away
Slowly, like sand slipping through my finger
I tried to hold on and keep you in my arms
I don’t think I can do this anymore
I am tired of fighting
Tired of losing, so is it time for me to let you go?
So please don’t hold my hand
Because I know I’ll never let it go again
- w.s./03.06.09 -
Posted on Thursday June 4th
About me
There's rosemary,that's for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.
And there's pansies, that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines.
There's rue for you, and here's some for me.
We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy. I would give you some violets,
but they withered all when my father died.
They say he made a good end.
--Ophelia
Hamlet Prince of Denmark
Act IV Scene V
