The lines that I write
Find their way onto the paper.
They’re penned and that’s the end of it.
I can’t take the chance,
So they get sent down
And the sentence is signed off
last verse walking! i surely hope not.
I feel like when I post something I’ve written I am setting it free to face whatever music that plays. Great poem about writing!
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Soft, Breathless Kisses. Waves Rocking Our boat. Four heartbeats, Four waves, Four knots. Dancing On top Of the waves. 2 lovers, 2 oars, 4 eternity. With The sound Of the sea Pulsing in our ears And The red glowing sunset ahead, We’ll sail on.
It’s never going to be. It just was. The dreams she had Have been eternally frozen. It was always going to be, Though it was far too soon. And I only see her now In moments unchosen.