Tonight we drink to youth
& holding fast to truth. (I don’t want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
but love is now a feat (as common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder/is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts…
but sometimes it’s a good hurt & it feels like I’m alive.
Love
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