George French Poems

With or without you,
The show will always go on,
As we coast down the highway called life,
Time stops for none.
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Gazing upon the moonlight,
Hoping for the best.
Praying for my sweet surrender,
To lay me down to rest,
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Alone.
In this cold place.
No one close,
Only the blank face.
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In the twilight I surrender,
Let my mind run its course.
No point to stop it,
I am the source,
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Two pieces...

...that used to be one.
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