Break It Down

Take this heart and pick her apart.
Before I go ahead and put this thing to bed.
You’re a day late and a dollar short
So take this change and meet in the middle.
Love is a riddle except when played second fiddle.
Sometimes a fool must rhyme to forgive his crime.
When a word on a page graces an empty stage.
The lights go low, it’s time for the show.
Confidence spreads with a shimmer in shadows that grow dimmer.
Hopes hang high above a rafter held tight by laughter.
Dreams are drawn in place of a familiar face.
Remember to share and always play fair.
One of these days, I’ll take you to the place.
Where wolves howl a tune and sing it back to the moon.
Or see the clown who wears a crown.
Where we build it up from the ground just to break it all down.
BeLove © 2017

Los Lobos / When The Circus Comes To Town

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My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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