When we finally stop talking about growing up,
And step out with our chins high,
And get our heads knocked off,
And fall miles,
And lose faith,
And quit dreams,
And settle down,
With failure,
I will not stab you in the back,
I will not lose any of this,
I will always love you.
1 comment:
I really couldn't decide which of these last 4 you've written to comment...they're all beautiful. But this one is maybe just a little more than beautiful for me.
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