Steven Rowe


How - Poem by Steven Rowe

How can something you hold so close to your heart carelessly slip through your fingers while you sit back watching, and your heart bleeds from the pain?

It's so easy to let go of those you care most for, but so hard to pull those back.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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