Our Road - Poem by Blake Bishop
I feel entitled to tell you that I don’t let the day pass,
Without remembering the few times we have spent together.
Whether I should just surpass the night with thoughts,
Glances into the what could have been, the what should have been.
I fear that that is my biggest fear.
Or is in something that I can’t control?
Who can defend the past?
Who can make right the present?
Who can decide our future?
A long road to my love is in your heart.
For every answer to my questions is you.
You can defend our past,
You can make right our present.
You can resolve our future.
That road will never end.
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