Split FenceA Poem by Jacob L. Moeller
Imagine:
Dreams and Deception pitching tents- riding the fence that splits the difference between you and me. The grass has grown too green and the sky too blue to do what needs doing. But it's okay to pretend. Sometimes. We will dance this dance and walk the line" right and wrong don't live here, not this time. Because we live in a world of gray areas, and the scariest moments are the ones we live in color when no one’s watching. The shut up and f**k me, shut up and love me, moments. The shut up, I'm sorry I can't save you but I'll try if you let me, moments. Frozen in time. Moments that dance and die like fireflies from late at night to early-morning sunrise. But lines must be drawn. You do your best to provide them" I’ll take my time and draw outside them. © 2011 Jacob L. Moeller |
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