Some people need a creative outlet. I need a creative outlet mall.
Sides One And Two
Writing blind, with a bare thought Taking care not to wound I fondly remember many times from the past That can never happen again The first time I saw something, read something That first time for everything I’ve heard so much about Comparisons start on second pass Expectations develop Or anticipations And it’s not as good It’s just not as good
With many, many exceptions
Of course! You are one of those Every time is new, a wonder You are a journey I take Never knowing where I’ll end up But knowing it will be A place I like, and will love I miss you when we’re apart A journey in itself I leave a trail of breadcrumbs Only so the birds leave us alone So we can fly together With no one else around