I could die tomorrow
Without t e l l i n g you
Exactly how I feel,
Without d r e a m i n g
Because I focused on what's real,
Without w r i t i n g
All the stories I want to write,
Without f i g h t i n g
The good wars I want to fight,
Without f a i l i n g
Because I'm too afraid to try,
Without l i v i n g,
Because I forgot that I will die.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
