New Meaning

New Meaning

A Poem by Andre Peterson

If I followed my wildest dreams.
My heart would be full.
full of laughter, chilly nights and a song to sing to you.
Each day would bring new meanings to what we call love.
Through darkness and the rain. I would never feel old.
Unafraid I'll stand with nothing to bring me down.
Nothing that is unless I somehow feel sad.
No sound of laughter.
Chilly nights all alone.
No songs to sing out.
Only this new meaning of love.

© 2016 Andre Peterson


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This could essentially sum up a lot of "what if's" What would happen if I did this or did that differently...would my outlook and perspective on things change or stay the same...would I be happier if I took a different path? Finally, my mind went to fear, fear of the unknown....fear of never knowing what could be. Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on August 14, 2016
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