Simone Graves


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I couldn't sleep tonight and so I stretched each muscle in my body.

I always tried to get you to stretch with me

But you never seemed interested in anything that didn't match your romanticized fantasies.

I remember as a child, I was the most flexible in my class.

My knees touch the floor during the butterfly stretch and it felt like I was actually worth something in that moment.

Sometimes I think honestly about life and where I've gone wrong

and what I could have done differently to make it better.

I never thought when I was a kid, that I would be as sad as I am now days.

Happiness is a choice, but I've never been good at decision making.

From all those sleepless nights I lay in my bed

Remembering the goals I had for us a single

Tear drips onto my pillow because I know that I can't start this one over.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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  • Rookie - 379 Points Lenny Camacho (9/4/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    and then morning comes; sun is rising and a new life awaits, it's not the choices we make but how we outlive the results and regret nothing; sometimes apathy is the answer, when you can wisely make use of it... really enjoyable piece of art, thanks Simone.. (Report) Reply

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