Sunday, November 17, 2013


I lift my glass
It is half-empty
And half-full

Here’s to what is,
To the high and mighty
And down and dirty
To the times you want to hug somebody
And the times you want to hide alone
To that dull pain in your stomach
When your love walks out the door
To knowing it will pass, and some day
You will love once more

Here’s to this moment, whatever it may be
It is what it is,
That is undeniable
Here’s to the love within our hearts
Where it all ends, and where it all starts

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