You still live in the past
Like some old crutch dragging you further to your knees
Wake Up, I know what you see
The blood soaked underwear was just life, primal
The vultures stopped circling years ago
They died as well
Just like the love, remember
New horizons, that’s what they say
Make the distance pay
Yet, here we are again
Broken people
Glue us back together
The cracks still show
I once thought, build a three-storey house
Me at the top, you at the bottom, love in the middle
That way we both get a bit of something
Wouldn’t that be great
Few years from now
You walk up the stairs
Love is waiting
Wouldn’t that be great
Just don’t climb any higher
You left the past behind, remember.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2026 05:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
a good write, enjoyed
Multi story metaphor in this write Paul and in the middle sandwiched love. Nicely done my friend
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