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
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