i cant help but feeling sort of, kinda, maybe, a tad guilty.
of course, the guilt is an after thought,
but, its still there.
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get the duct tape. its time to mend that broken heart.
its me.
be like the bird.
be like the bird, who
halting in his flight
on limb too slight
feels it give way beneath him,
yet sings,
knowing he hath wings.
-victor hugo
be like the bird, who
halting in his flight
on limb too slight
feels it give way beneath him,
yet sings,
knowing he hath wings.
-victor hugo
to the virgins, to make much of time
gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
old time is still a flying:
and this same flower that smiles today
tommorow will be dying.
the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
the higher hes a getting,
the sooner will his race be run,
and nearer hes to setting.
the age is best which is the first,
when youth and blood are warmer,
but being spent, the worse, and worst,
times still succeed the former.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may go marry:
for having lost but once your prime
you may forever tarry.
-robert herrick
gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
old time is still a flying:
and this same flower that smiles today
tommorow will be dying.
the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
the higher hes a getting,
the sooner will his race be run,
and nearer hes to setting.
the age is best which is the first,
when youth and blood are warmer,
but being spent, the worse, and worst,
times still succeed the former.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may go marry:
for having lost but once your prime
you may forever tarry.
-robert herrick
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