Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

It's never too late for love.

It's never too late to say you're sorry, to pick up the pieces or to mend a broken bridge.

It's never too long, to have forgotten the magic, or to capture it once again.

It's never too late to show you care, to live the thought you thought before.

It's never too late to say I love you, or I need you  or I missed you.

If you do.

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