Once an idea comes out of you It dissipates into the world Escapes your boundaries Takes on peoplesÂ’ accents And the remaining bit of vodka. You will miss me oh so bad. You will wish I hadnÂ’t left. The gods have closed the door.
12/23/2005
Posted on 12/24/2005Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
The gods don't close the door WE DO!