My Shadow
I follow my shadow where ever he goes,
we walk in the darkness so nobody knows.
We dwell in the past, we like it that way,
keep your tomorrow we have yesterday.
When there are dark skies, we paint them all blue,
so heartache and storms we never go through.
Some call it fantasy, others denial,
I'll tell you the truth and lie with a smile.
4/10/20
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2020
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