Posted in Friends, Gifts, Insane in the Brain, Poemesque, Thanks for the memories

The glass is half-something…

Sometimes I’m Job
When I want to be John.
I understand
But I don’t really know.

I’m in awe
But not in love.
Passion isn’t enough
But all I have is choice.

I know my heart is breaking.
I can’t hear Yours beating.
I have too many words
But never the answers.

I have a gift Job didn’t:
Who know when to speak
And when to shut the heck up.

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