Posted by: paperpen on: 30 November, 2008
Everytime We Say Goodbye
Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go
When you’re near
There’s such an air
Of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
Begin to sing about it
There’s no love song finer
But [...]
Posted by: paperpen on: 25 November, 2008
This feeling is strange… because I thought I was the one leaving but then I’m also being left behind. I guess that’s what happens at transition platforms.
I don’t have anything good to type, so as my all-time favourite writing tutor told me, l.i.s.t.
1. Sappy ol’ me am making ‘Melbourne Memories’ Facebook photo album.
2. Still waiting [...]