Slippery Hope
Coz we're like two writers afraid of papers
Two singers with stage scares
Or maybe I am the mouth of the dog
If you're my tail
Around and round
I chase you to ground
And perhaps you're Shakespeare nervous of criticisms
And Poseidon's heir
With fear to sail
If love's enough and everything
Why can't it be our glue
Or help us sing
Until our second verse
Can at least lull our ending
You said it now and I can't help it
My walls were crumbling down
Your words were such wonder
And they left me hanging and tender
But we're two lovers
Afraid of holding tight
With their echoes that hovers
Shrouding shadows in our sight
And so together we can't be
Far apart like shores of sea
Copyright © Patricia Jeanne Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
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