Just because I'm outstretched
                              Doesn't mean I want to go
                              I'm a flight risk with no wings
                              No keys to gun the car
                              No fuel to reach the sun star
                              I've got these ridiculous notions
                              Never more than imagination
                              Tempting with beautiful commotion
                              I'll only listen for a second
                              You're my heart's percussion 
                              I promise to not let go
                              And I'll do my damned'st
                              To not forsake the bless'd
                              7/11/13
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
 
                                               
                                                  