it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
freedom isn’t caught in the frame
but by the taker
seeing, breathing, believing
by something moving
i don’t hate what you did
you can’t help it –
free swimmin’ being
comin’ into our lives just sightseeing
just to leave with a feeling
we’re just human beings.
i won’t hate
i understand
you stung me
& you fled away