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One almost tore away my wall One almost said he chooses me Another almost made me fall One almost finally set me free But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Fool's gold has luster and sweet are borrowed serenades You can't call it love I'll call your bluff because almost is only almost and that's not enough A roller coaster only climbing missing the train by a minute's timing A frozen bud in a snap of cold An unfinished novel, story untold A sentence fragment A muddled accent A pantomimed kiss A swing and a miss A pencil sketch A warm up stretch A suspended chord A ringless lord A lightning bolt, no rain or thunder A child at play, no sense of wonder Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Fool's gold has luster and sweet are borrowed serenades You can't call it love I'll call your bluff because almost is only almost and that's not enough I almost love you too I almost let you in I almost wish I was the one I can almost begin again And even if the words only almost rhyme I only almost care by the end of the lines While I could almost forget, in truth I find that I will always remember how you were almost mine
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Almost
One almost tore away my wall One almost said he chooses me Another almost made me fall One almost finally set me free But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Fool's gold has luster and sweet are borrowed serenades You can't call it love I'll call your bluff because almost is only almost and that's not enough A roller coaster only climbing missing the train by a minute's timing A frozen bud in a snap of cold An unfinished novel, story untold A sentence fragment A muddled accent A pantomimed kiss A swing and a miss A pencil sketch A warm up stretch A suspended chord A ringless lord A lightning bolt, no rain or thunder A child at play, no sense of wonder Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Fool's gold has luster and sweet are borrowed serenades You can't call it love I'll call your bluff because almost is only almost and that's not enough I almost love you too I almost let you in I almost wish I was the one I can almost begin again And even if the words only almost rhyme I only almost care by the end of the lines While I could almost forget, in truth I find that I will always remember how you were almost mine
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celeste-mcneil
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
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