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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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16 Comments

  1. 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 🙂

  2. Great flow, & format.
    Also related to the message.
    Well done, here!

  3. NB NB

    “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 🙂

  4. Oh goodness. This is a great piece. I really enjoyed this one

  5. “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 ??

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