I don't see a poetic mind, I just like it when mine rhymes
For the salt from the tears on my face, dry with hidden disgrace
I don't want to turn back from the path I choose
When reality is something and nothing to lose
The fear maybe gone but what about the blues
I know I'm never alone with or without you
This love was taken and never really had wings
Only a billion metaphors of making better dreams
The higher you go, the further there is to fall
Until you're left with only the writings on a wall
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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Those writings (and this one) are so very meaningful Dan.
Always appreciated Andy this one did mean a lot to me!
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