Just recovered from a day's work of editing philosiphical doctrines. I thought of romanticism as one way to unbridle my thoughts. It's for your reading pleasure: the works of an art enthusiast, or so I think. Read on . . .
Cold Feet
I walked around the corner
Dancing in the shadows of my fear
Listening to the beating of the drums
As they rumbled on the pavement
My fear was losing
That thin thread of lining
Between what's real and make-believe
Our hearts are pining
I can't tell you the words
Nor can I confirm my actions
I let them fly in every chance
Let them tread the dungeons
Of a long-lost emotion
I waited in that corner
Drinking the acid of fear
Eyes adamant for that ride
To free me to the stars.
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