I can't seem to find the words
That cloud my mind in the night
Stealing sweet dreams as they do
And leaving me lost in this plight
It's like trying to carry cold water
That slips through my hands with the time
That before me seems endless and vast
Too much, not enough, and sublime
So I keep moving on
Put one foot in front of the other
Knowing if only you'd let me go
That tomorrow I'd be just fine
Funny how things seem okay
When you get what you want sometimes
We pretend this is how it's supposed to be
And keep walking that line that's so fine
And I know we want different things
But you can't give me what I need
What keeps you awake at night
Goes unspoken and dies in my heed
So I keep moving on
Put one foot in front of the other
Knowing if only you'd let me go
That tomorrow I'd be just fine
So I keep moving on, moving on
And someday tomorrow I'll be just fine
12.1.12
I'll Be Fine
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 3:32 PM 0 comments
Labels: Ballard, Poetry, relationships
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