All things new
I once held heaven in my hand.
Never closer to my heart.
My grip is strong but faults cause quakes.
So now we're worlds apart.
The place that captured all dispare.
Forever more a dream.
And every time I think of her.
It makes me want to scream.
Inside my heart I talk to her.
But that don't make it real.
I just think of all the wrong I've done.
And except the pain I feel.
See.. choices pave the path we walk.
Then fate is always true.
Even honesty did not help.
So here's to all things new!
By Keith L. Smith
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