This is great. Love, uncomplicated
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest.
We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in a smokey haze.
We danced on a blueprint of perfect love, we didn’t know. Love can be poisons and be divided. Be misplaced in poor decisions and actions.
I wanted the freedom and you wanted lasting place and memories. You called me the Free bird that could not stop. I called you dear, honey, baby and my only kind touch. You left me breathless and the beckoning road was forgotten for a time.
I saw in your eyes as you watched me, as you cradle me in your embrace and sang to me.
“Traveling man. Where are…
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