flames building doors

for long time our paths were separate
left out in the cold of last years yard
amazed that you want me near whenever i see you
maybe i am living in a dream all this time but
eagerly awaiting your complete attention
seems as if it is another quaint shared lunch
bath with a nice cold glass on the edge
under the water it is so quiet
in another world and i dream about your touch
like a mermaid that saved me from drowning myself
don’t ever think it is impossible to change
if you know where you want to be then
now is the time to figure out how to get there
getting over the past often means greeting the future
dare to take the risks
only so many times will these chances be obvious
organized lives are usually far less interesting
rip open the door and escape the fantasy
sometimes your passions fool you worst of all

 

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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