Sometimes this love really hurts.
I wish I knew how to keep my heart and head in the same game, but I'm so blessed to have the memories from all the good and bad times we gained.
Absence can make the heart grow fonder but it can also be a reminder of the wall that's put up to not lose what we had, in a feeling that nothing is worth having if its shattered again.
Maybe all of those fragments that once made it whole, can make plenty of patterns but not the one that takes you home.
Lost in the shadows of nothing being good enough, to see in the reflection that change is a must. For better or worse nothing can stay the same when bitter and sweet share the same name
To co-exist with the darkness where no light can reach, trickles of hope get put back to sleep. In a never-ending journey of almost got it, as passion slips from the finger tips.
Becoming numb from questions and bewildered by the answers. Was it never in my cards to have a happy ever after, or are we all just suffering from blindness that would unite us
I move with the spirit to pass on more love than I found and undo any damages my choices compound.
Writing from my soul to push illumination where it has never been before!
Living moment to moment knowing there's an infinite amount of doors to explore.
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's funny as for when I feel my worse, I get a new client that tells me they haven't felt this good in ages! I guess this is my journey to find my happiness in the moments of helping others find their balance in the faith that one day, I'll find that door of my own!
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firstly, I love your picture
that's such a healthy, gleaming coat
on your wise dog
that discerning eye, says it all! lol
'In a never-ending journey
of almost got it,
as passion slips from the finger tips.'
if rainbows are random
why do rainfalls seems so predictable?
if love's innate
why do heartbreak's seem so contrived
an inevitability of Tim-Stamped fate
..
I too, have had my fingertips, scorched
for holding-on, to those ashes of a defeated love
yet, like you
I choose
to simply hold them, high
let that wind of change
blow on them, and rekindle
my stamina
for those drumming heartbeats
one more time
every time
and on, till we get it right
or die
knowing we gave it all we had..!
Thank you my friend. It feels like you've been sat next to me for the last 20 minutes or so ( I don't read fast)
Each time you know the vibration I'm on and must of lived a life so close to me own, yet pride yourself every day to always move on!
There are so many people in this world I'll never know but so honoured to the ones I do and truly the one's that give from the soul.
You have come a long way Dan and I am sure all will be well in the future.
Andy
With your spirit always shining above me I'll only ever be lost for a while until I find my way again!
Not sure if this site is right but apparently its your birthday! If so many happy returns to you my friend, always a pleasure
No my birthday is in October, thanks anyway Dan.
Andy
You're so real, so true.
And that my friend! Brought a delightful smile to this wrinkly face... nothing fake here! Thank you again
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