Friday, July 27, 2012

My little runaways

So if you leave
Don't expect me to run after you with flowers
and beg you on my knees to come home.
I will not play your schoolgirl games --
that is all they are and I am not so easily manipulated.

But at least today you've acknowledged
that the keys to your future are not in my hands
but your own.
At least you know that much.

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