Can't Be Duplicated
Your heart is in limbo
mere steps from paradise
on the fringes of hell.
And in this place of hurt
wishes and needs collide
on the pathways of fate.
Happiness is a ghost
whose reality haunts
your imagination.
Truth, though shackled to trust,
is inseparably
linked to feelings of hope.
Love’s unbelievable,
it is like free-falling
without fear of crashing.
And it’s so unique it
can’t be duplicated,
only imitated.
(Verse)
2/13/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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