To think that what we share is rare and real Above all else we shine just like we feel I wake to find the hole of what could be Frozen dreams become reality.
I've made mistakes here in my past And I know that they won't be the last Alone without a home to fall into But home is where I hold my heart for you
Too long I've walked along the road of fools The toll too high, atone for all the rules My head is trapped in stone, where is my soul? The parts without a heart are not the whole.
I've made mistakes here in my past And I know that they won't be the last Alone without a home to fall into But home is where I hold my heart for you.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
The possibility of love and yes, loss, if it is not cared for.
Comments (4)
I'm so glad that the words touch your hearts and souls and that you find them inspiring.