She's trying to get back to her old self
She pulled out her sketchpad today
Started drawing again instead of leaving it to collect dust on the shelf
Finally turned on her keyboard and started to play
She turned off that sad music
Pulled herself out of bed
Played some happiness and danced to it
Today she wasn't going to be blue, she was red
She was done with tears and sorrows
Tired of wasting her days
Her yesterdays a mirror of tomorrows
She had no more time to waste
It was time to move on
Time to let go
Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)
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