I have some allergy problems. I feel like something is crawling between my knees and foot and there is nothing to be found. It kinda irritates me to the core of my nerves. Well, nothing can irritate me more than knowing the reality written in this poem. Go figure. Anyway.. I’ve had a great weekend and now preparing for a blast during the Harley Davidson Festival in Milwaukee during the weekend.
Have a great night!!
Forever Continued.
The fallen dream looked up at the falling leaves,
And fall buried the dream under, unrecognizable,
Every bit of life stood against the love felt,
The pen moved on paper, ah’ verses in essence of her fashioned.
Left the last dream beneath that pile of rubble,
Rubble of the ruins of my life without her,
Oh’ those dreams without her like fish out of water,
Died without breath trying to suck every bit of me for her meant.
Love for her became a penance standing,
Inside a furnace but without withering I stood,
Oh’ what wonderful ways to dislike me she found,
Still in many wonderful ways the bit of love in her for me I praised.
No forgiveness I searched nor any regrets I felt,
As forever the only love I felt from her is a bubble washed ashore,
In the sea of love to another she give,
Spreading that little bubble all around me ah’ my penance I continue.
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