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You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past
In this reality
Her and I never met
In this verse my path
Bypassed that regret
Yet only to fall
For another one
Who'd break my heart
Before she's done
And on to another
Setting sun
  Of another multi
Universal conundrum
...
Traveler Tim
isn't it strange, that you meet yourself in different people, in new faces,
The person you witness and become, the imprint remains
It is part of you, subdued but brewed like cyclonic wind
Decode others with empathy, look beneath the eyelids
The door to the soul, it looks just like mine
From the exterior, what is, all these coverings?
We have hidden the warmth quite beneath everything.
I can love you from afar 
if it means you can be happy
i can live with my scar
if it means you can be happy

I can live with my infatuation
if it means you can be happy 
i can live without your affection 
if it means you are happy
 
i can live without your touch
if it means you can be happy
i can live with my grudge 
if it means you can be happy 

I can move on without you 
if it means I can be happy
The puppet said to the sun,
“Never shine upon me.”
And then it said to the clouds,
“Do not hide me from the light.”
And then it gnashed its teeth at the sky, saying,
“I never asked to be seen
I never asked to be hidden
I only asked to be free.”
Freedom is hard.
It’s just another lonely night, I'm sure I'll have a drink or two
I'll spend the night, killing off the hours, wishing I had you
It won't take long, I'll be crying, sad songs do me that way
I'll sing along the best I can, when it’s over, I'll have one more to play

I can't get enough to drink, all my songs are sad
I can't quit crying over all the good times we had
Remember when we were so young and free
How could we ever forget about you and me

When I've played my last sad song, I stagger off to bed
I will have you in my arms again, at least inside my head
The sheets are cold without you there, to keep me warm tonight
But I can dream about you now, until the morning light

Dreams are all I have, since I don't have you
Dreams are all I need, someday they'll come true
Dreams will get me through the night again
Dreams will keep me going until then
From my drinking poems volume 2. Bottoms up!
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