Writers block is writing my way
And I don’t know what to say
To anyone or anything
But I still have the wings to sing
And open out to unfold
This path is made of solid gold
But when I walk what I can’t breathe
It is everything I need
From everyone so commonplace
Now love is gone without a trace
And where did it leave me thus
I just take it all as a plus
This reminds me of that Fall Out Boy song “Golden” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5dOHFE_WNo
A sort of bittersweet nostalgia, tinged with melancholy. It’s beautiful as always, Laura.
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