Die before your dreams,
And I’ll spare you the details
Of a life drown in old tears,
A wagon that left no trails.
You kept comparing all the days,
And passed on what really mattered;
One can’t be loved in truer ways
You did matter for girl I cared.
Like a pilot who’s been grounded,
Shouting to the sky that it is mine
I draw the plans to have me back
Can’t be that long, I hold the line.
Sixteen’s the number if i count right
of lines needed to say nothing.
I might read them again sometimes,
for we both know I missed something.
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This is the kind of journey that has my mind racing and my pen still. What an immaculate piece of work, my friend. The novel structure and storytelling is incredible. Very inspirational 🙂
I must admit I missed your comments. Thank you my friend.
Great flow, & format.
Also related to the message.
Well done, here!
Thank you very much Rome!
“Shouting to the sky that it is mine” sounds so human, in every sense of the word..
but you probably missed the fact that you said a lot in those 16 lines.. I might read them again sometimes.. 😉
it’s extraordinary 🙂
Ahah, feel free my friend. Thanks for these kind words
Oh goodness. This is a great piece. I really enjoyed this one
Thank you Jarid!
Ouch. Afterthought is a bitch. Nice write here that’s for sure. Cheers.
Thanks for reading and that nicecomeback ?
Im amazed. lost for words! i love it!
Thank you!!
Awesome read.
“Die before your dreams,
And I’ll spare you the details
Of a life drown in old tears,
A wagon that left no trails”
I just LOVE that so much ??
Then it’s yours ?
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