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Let’s raise a glass
To a time where my thoughts ran wild
Carefree with the wind
A time where decisions were made for me
Bobby Petula.
Poetry is a mishandled
Song in my memory,
A violin in a musical,
A riddle in its self,
Playing the strings of a story
I once told.
I crave to adore you when your at your worst
Share a love that can not be dispersed
I crave to be held close to your chest as my head lay to rest
Absentee and missing in action yet you my father are not in the military.
Shit happens I tell myself and move on
That basically sums up my life
It could always get worse so don't get yourself down
Life is a blessing
Every time something bad happens
I don't let it bother me
