Not done

by Brittany   Jul 14, 2010


With trial and error, we make mistakes.
Learning as we grow.
With every tear that falls it shows the damage that's been done.
And how we swore we'd never let go.

A young soul cannot possibly know the secrets of the wise.
But they can see the beauty in every possible living life.
These beating hearts cannot survive alone.
We must find another.

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