its between you and i
this prelude to goodbye
i wont cry i will not deny
search for any hidden reasons of why.
our roads crossed and carried on
mine winding rough and long
feeling right was what was wrong,
i do not belong
Some days it was meant to be
others i was to ashamed to see
the need inside of me
some drunk wasted visionary
so hold me til this empty night
is stolen by the day breaks light
shuffling wrongs and lies of right
we are frozen here in fight or flight.
so please hold me
just for tonight.
YOU ARE READING
The never was
PoetryFragments of a mosaic life.. Some meaning more or meaningless . Pieces of something or nothing or both. Writing in abstract ,
