Remember, I say,
I have that deceived smile.
But I still have miles to go.
I've still let go, a few times.
But those few times
Could easily turn into anytime
I desire.
But I've learned to inspire
Myself. Believe so no one
Can see my cry.
All the things that have happened,
It was all too sweet not to remember.
I realize the words, "We still have December"
Were somewhat true.
I just didn't know they'd have a whole different value, meaning.
But my smile may still be deceiving.
May 26, 2010
