052431012012
A Village, England
Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart playing
I wanted to write.
Even for the sake of writing the shortest I've written.
At times it's nice to be rid of the pretense.
Even when it's not for the best reasons.
Even when it doesn't make sense.
And it's okay to not know.
Where you're going.
And have nothing to show.
Carrying the weak in her arms.
Hope is sometimes misleading.
Luring with her charms.
In bed with effort?
Uphill battles, tilts become receding.
It's not always a happy ending.
But feet firmly on the ground.
Eyes and heart on the tether.
And fear in the nether.
You'l feel like yours is just pending.
A Village, England
Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart playing
I wanted to write.
Even for the sake of writing the shortest I've written.
At times it's nice to be rid of the pretense.
Even when it's not for the best reasons.
Even when it doesn't make sense.
And it's okay to not know.
Where you're going.
And have nothing to show.
Carrying the weak in her arms.
Hope is sometimes misleading.
Luring with her charms.
In bed with effort?
Uphill battles, tilts become receding.
It's not always a happy ending.
But feet firmly on the ground.
Eyes and heart on the tether.
And fear in the nether.
You'l feel like yours is just pending.
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