a skip into the past
with talks of future adventure
you brought me to a different place
or painted for me a different-place picture
our history before us
brings little excitement
while the journey ahead
packages apprehension
still, we step out
for we fear more what we're sure of
at this moment, forth,
too coward to right the wrong
two of us, we're the same,
we walk this path, this round
but, i wish someday
you'll define happiness
as something you have found
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2 comments:
i read this with some happiness (not yet defined), but also with a tinge of sadness that comes to me at the end of the poem. you write well as usual.. and thank you.
: )
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