Take a bus, take a train. Steal a car or get on a plane. Get on a boat, or take your bike. And if none of that works: run. Run as fast and far as you can. And don’t ever come back. Because if you do, there will be nothing left to return to.
I wouldn’t ever return to how life was a year ago. I am a totally different person now. I am single again, I will have a puppy named George in three days, even my hair has gotten long again for the first time since I was little. And I am free to think of this one person…this person who writes me letters and makes me laugh and likes tea and records and who is kind and whose voice I love…I cannot wait until he gets back.
return to me and ill love you all the same. return to everyone else, ill look at you with shame. where they there when you needed love? where were they when i was all you needed to hug.
I had to return to this place one day. That was the strongest thought on my mind as I climbed down through jagged darkness. I worried, though. I worried that the next time would be too challenging, and that I would fail to make it back up.
– I need do return to my home – she said.
– But you can’t leave me here! You just can’t! I really need your help!
– Sorry, but thats not the way that things work.
And she left him, alone, facing the death.
I would return your love but I am not able of returning love at the moment. I will however return your love when the timing is right for me to return. Right now, i am returning to myself and finding the love inside so I can return …. TO YOU!
Return turn turn and turn again. Cycles. Nothing new. The old returns. But the young think it is all new. They are wrong. And the next generation will return to their ideas.
As I watched him duck onto the plane at the Bangor International Airport from my seat at my terminal, all that I could think about is that I hoped he would return. Watching him leave again to go back to Afghanistan was agonizing. But I knew that once he did return, it would be all the more sweet.
twenty days my heart beats quiet under the skin i’ve been branded
holding close the promise of you coming to stroke it alive
another winter come and passes empty arms and eyes
twenty days
twenty days
twenty days
I dreamed of the day you’d return to me. Long hours, long days, and even longer nights. Return to me my love. Finally, when I saw your face from a staggering distance, I knew you were mine again. You had returned to me…
voltar. tenho, de facto, de voltar. voltar a mim, voltar a ti. voltar ao mundo, por favor.
eu não sei voltar, sabes?
e enquanto escrevo que tenho de voltar [não que quero voltar, mas que tenho de voltar] vem-me um sabor ácido à boca, queima toda a minha garganta e arranha-me o ser. obriga-me a interromper a escrita, para recuperar o fôlego.
terei de voltar, afinal de contas?
the return was easy, the going was hard. the thick windows and red, half-open doors banging in the wind. the gaps in faces, chips in bricks like air was stealing crumbs of life at every second. how do you hold it all back? where are the barriers. do they exist? it is all too easy to go.
I still have to return my library books. If I don’t who knows what’ll happen to me, or anybody that doesn’t return their books. Ugh! I shudder to even think of that nasty librarian. They need better librarians. But the Public Library is fantastic! Don’t forget! Watch out for that librarian. Return to me! No…………………..!
Return to the place I have been to before.
Return to the life I never had.
Return me to God because that is where I can from.
Return me to you my creator of my soul.
Return me to my mother so she can do what she has to.
Return me to me. For that is who I’ll be.
I still have to return my library books. If I don’t who knows what’ll happen to me, or anybody that doesn’t return their books. Ugh! I shudder to even think of that nasty librarian. They need better librarians. But the Public Library is fantastic! Don’t forget! Watch out for that librarian.
I am soon to return
to that land that i dread
that land that doesn’t belong to me
in which i used to reside
I now live here
this is now my home
yet my return is inevitable
I can physically return
but the mental and emotional growth
can never return to its previous state
…thankfully
Take a bus, take a train. Steal a car or get on a plane. Get on a boat, or take your bike. And if none of that works: run. Run as fast and far as you can. And don’t ever come back. Because if you do, there will be nothing left to return to.
it was told to return
to come back after time
but for it they yearned
with thoughts of a crime
You can return from somewhere. I just returned from my room. She returned her books. If he doesn’t return soon, I’m going to go looking for him.
I wouldn’t ever return to how life was a year ago. I am a totally different person now. I am single again, I will have a puppy named George in three days, even my hair has gotten long again for the first time since I was little. And I am free to think of this one person…this person who writes me letters and makes me laugh and likes tea and records and who is kind and whose voice I love…I cannot wait until he gets back.
return to me and ill love you all the same. return to everyone else, ill look at you with shame. where they there when you needed love? where were they when i was all you needed to hug.
I had to return to this place one day. That was the strongest thought on my mind as I climbed down through jagged darkness. I worried, though. I worried that the next time would be too challenging, and that I would fail to make it back up.
– I need do return to my home – she said.
– But you can’t leave me here! You just can’t! I really need your help!
– Sorry, but thats not the way that things work.
And she left him, alone, facing the death.
I sometimes wish returns worked for things other than merchandise. This relationship isn’t like the picture on the box, I want my time back please.
I would return your love but I am not able of returning love at the moment. I will however return your love when the timing is right for me to return. Right now, i am returning to myself and finding the love inside so I can return …. TO YOU!
Return turn turn and turn again. Cycles. Nothing new. The old returns. But the young think it is all new. They are wrong. And the next generation will return to their ideas.
As I watched him duck onto the plane at the Bangor International Airport from my seat at my terminal, all that I could think about is that I hoped he would return. Watching him leave again to go back to Afghanistan was agonizing. But I knew that once he did return, it would be all the more sweet.
twenty days my heart beats quiet under the skin i’ve been branded
holding close the promise of you coming to stroke it alive
another winter come and passes empty arms and eyes
twenty days
twenty days
twenty days
I dreamed of the day you’d return to me. Long hours, long days, and even longer nights. Return to me my love. Finally, when I saw your face from a staggering distance, I knew you were mine again. You had returned to me…
voltar. tenho, de facto, de voltar. voltar a mim, voltar a ti. voltar ao mundo, por favor.
eu não sei voltar, sabes?
e enquanto escrevo que tenho de voltar [não que quero voltar, mas que tenho de voltar] vem-me um sabor ácido à boca, queima toda a minha garganta e arranha-me o ser. obriga-me a interromper a escrita, para recuperar o fôlego.
terei de voltar, afinal de contas?
the return was easy, the going was hard. the thick windows and red, half-open doors banging in the wind. the gaps in faces, chips in bricks like air was stealing crumbs of life at every second. how do you hold it all back? where are the barriers. do they exist? it is all too easy to go.
I still have to return my library books. If I don’t who knows what’ll happen to me, or anybody that doesn’t return their books. Ugh! I shudder to even think of that nasty librarian. They need better librarians. But the Public Library is fantastic! Don’t forget! Watch out for that librarian. Return to me! No…………………..!
Return to the place I have been to before.
Return to the life I never had.
Return me to God because that is where I can from.
Return me to you my creator of my soul.
Return me to my mother so she can do what she has to.
Return me to me. For that is who I’ll be.
I still have to return my library books. If I don’t who knows what’ll happen to me, or anybody that doesn’t return their books. Ugh! I shudder to even think of that nasty librarian. They need better librarians. But the Public Library is fantastic! Don’t forget! Watch out for that librarian.
I am soon to return
to that land that i dread
that land that doesn’t belong to me
in which i used to reside
I now live here
this is now my home
yet my return is inevitable
I can physically return
but the mental and emotional growth
can never return to its previous state
…thankfully