In the shadows seem like it's the perfect place to be
no harm for them no harm for me.
The dreams are cast away as the night falls
telling yourself you'll just do it tomorrow.
Matter of fact lets look at life from the shelter's point of view
only drive you with curiousity on what your gifts could do.
Truth be told the world craves the idea of you,
the unordinary aspect of a beautiful view.
Your like a breathe of fresh air on a mountain's top
okay lets stop.
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Frank Jager
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Grown in South Carolina
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The Woman in Yellow
She never spoke a word and I could hear her. As we made soul contact, gathering our assumptions from unaware pleasures. Our assumptions created this figment which was deemed necessary for our individul criteria. "Could it be the truth"? Who would crack first, we play the game and don't realize time is running its course. Let us meet in the mutual distance, revealing our assumptions to one another. If not I may never see you again, but could only write about you. Waste time causes a what if? Consequently causing a loss of more time wondering.
By Frank Jager4 years ago in Poets
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