Living Dreamscape
Like the first winter’s snow
You’re one of the last perfect things
This world seems to have to offer.
Pins shoved into me
And you help me pull them out,
Bricks strapped to my feet
And you cut me loose.
Nothing set in stone,
Still molding the friendship
Like an incomplete project,
But finding the supplies running thin.
Deepen the reason,
Build on the want,
Skating on thin ice
And we steer each other from the cracks.
Not the obvious love,
But only dreams can tell
Who can produce such a key
And break the shackles I bear.
Hold you while you cry
While I sob on my grief,
And together we withstand
The prolonging sunrise.
Like the first winter’s snow
You’re one of the last perfect things
This world seems to have to offer.
Pins shoved into me
And you help me pull them out,
Bricks strapped to my feet
And you cut me loose.
Nothing set in stone,
Still molding the friendship
Like an incomplete project,
But finding the supplies running thin.
Deepen the reason,
Build on the want,
Skating on thin ice
And we steer each other from the cracks.
Not the obvious love,
But only dreams can tell
Who can produce such a key
And break the shackles I bear.
Hold you while you cry
While I sob on my grief,
And together we withstand
The prolonging sunrise.
Leave me a comment about love in your life.
Who do you love? Who is close to you? Who do you care about?
Quote of the Day:
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.” - Mother Theresa
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