Here’s the deal. I’ve been really struggling through most of 2017. Most of my close friends know this. When my father passed away I hit the bottom and I’ve been crawling around and trying to get up ever since.
We only have ourselves to blame
I’ve been in love with a woman who has never existed
The idea and the concept is worthy of adulation, but we fall way short of even trying to reach for that plateau.
I can still feel the shadow of your touch,
Taste the passion of your kiss
some people use the term muse
lookin’ for a lover who will come on in and cover me
The minister’s wife
you still won’t understand
How did it come to be that in 2017 a poem written in 1935 can ring so true?
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