What's Your Poison?
By sidewinder
What's your poison? What's your ware? Sticking holes in your arm isn't anyway to run away, Shelterless prisons, Touching those dreams far and away, Countless memories coloring the harmony varied in the quiet mirrored only in your heart, So you tell me what place do I start? What memories dare I bring forth to explain what your life is worth? A passion is meant to be more than those nickel and dime expressions passed off to be feelings, yet I find a miracle in what I see, Revealed past those passions of pain, And it remains to be a yearning past a shadow in my mind, Every night I find inspiration that touches in a soul, Perfection that reaches a little bit more, There's a full moon that calls me, Taking me to places that most never dream of, But you have to have the courage to step out, Take a chance, Reach on forever and see what you can. Sept. 21, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 03:10 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn society
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