Once you helped me climb Kilimanjaro
And I never realised how much it meant to me until I got to the top
Saw life from a distance
And felt your hand in mine
I don’t think I have ever thanked you enough
All I saw was me
How many rocks came lose under my fingers
How many times I almost fell
How dizzy and faint I was from all the thin air
Thing is
Now all I see
Is how you were climbing to
Author's Notes/Comments:
the other day someone mentioned how I do not know you, I have never meet you, and how you could be lying about who you are ... and I realised, sure, that could be true, you could be lying through your finger tips out your keyboard and straight to web browser... AND it would not change who you have been for me in the sightest
so just in case I haven't said it enough...
Thank you <3
It is not the relationships,
It is not the relationships, but the memories from the relationships that give them meaning. It can be a difficult truth to accept in our world of possessive relationships.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:)
life means what we make it mean ;)
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
Wow!!! This is another "pull over" poem! And that's the thing about climbing up difficult terrain - you should never do it alone ;-)
:)
<3
Much Love
Ashley