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
شِعرWords 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...
