A Leaf For Memory
Poem By Ina Coolbrith
I hate that these tears are something you made and i have to live with in my eyes.
I hate that that you made me fake a smile, a laugh.
Because of you i try my hardest to forget everything.
Your the closest thing to perfect but the farthest thing from me.
I'll never be forgivin for all my faults, by you or god or anyone.
But this I know i am not here for grace, or padon, or to give them.
My way is through shodow, blackness on the path, and in my heart, in my eyes,
and in my soul.My fate unknown.My destiny my own.
I guess all I can do is wait for a betta day.
wrightin by my beutiful friend Hillary