A year ago


    yesterday


    you were coming to


    change my life


    on your white horse


    only you didn''t show


    lame excuse


    yellow lack of courage.


    Still I tried to get you


    on that damned horse


    but it kept turning


    into an ass


    and so did you


    until finally you slipped


    my grasp


    and set me free.


    Thanks for nothing.


    It was the best gift


    you could have given me.


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    Sometimes the best gift someone can give us is to walk away. It always hurts. What we want and what we need can be very different. Being a romantic I really did try to create knights in shining armor out of those who were not anything of the sort. Looking back I realize that my expectations got in the way more than a few times. It is much easier to expect another to be our hero than to own our own dreams. If only that person had been my knight, perhaps I needed to be my own knight, or maybe I never needed a knight in the first place. What is a knight anyway?


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