Treasure Island

Ardimus Caldwell


The Worst Thing


The worst thing
is holding on to someone
who dosen't want to be held on to
a caged bird
only wanting freedom that was given to them
falling for someone
who isn't going to catch you
life is too short
to be anything but happy
kiss slowly
love deeply
forgive quickly
love right
and you'll never hit the ground
if you do it right
don't be afrid to take chances
never regret
forget the past
but be smart and remember
what it taught you
sometimes we all have to smile
and pretend that everything is ok
holdig in our tears from the world
walk away and through the rainbow
and through the rainbow
let it shine over
the worst thing

Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010

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