The Middle
The Middle
We met in the middle as I was falling from the heights of grand dreams I’ve known so well
once again
You and I just happened to cross paths and at the time I needed a sign anything to let me
know I was still alive and had a friend
So now as of today I wish I had never laid eyes on you for the fall has never killed me but I
know if I don’t say goodbye you will
The waxing and waning of our creators twisted game; you seek thrills and a drug abuse
release while all I want is a name that’s real
I need to be remembered as more than just a joke or rube; I never tried to possess you I
knew the feral must run free
With a smile on your face you crossed the line between friend and foe with not a shred of
compassion or regard for me
After teaching me to love and trust again, after an eternity or nearly as long it seems
I now leave you consigned to your fate that you may forever haunt only my dreams.
Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010
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