Tightropes

Tightropes

A Poem by AKProctor
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lyrics - summer 2010

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Walking a tightrope slowly,

got to make sure you don't

misstep or start to regret

anything  you've said
Cus you've got this moment only

don't take for granted your

last chance at this romance,

It's all you've ever had.

So, speak slowly...

Fear is not an option,

you have got to fight for

all that is yours, all that you adore.

You can make it, make it

Just don't fake it, cus it's

all that is yours, all that you adore.

All your good fortune, it won't

mean a thing to you

without a complete lack of doubt

inside your heart, now

And comfort won't exist if

you can't get a handle

on yourself, and you'd do well

to watch where you step.

So, walk slowly...

Fear is not an option,

you have got to fight for

all that is yours, all that you adore.

You can make it, make it

Just don't fake it, cus it's

all that is yours, all that you adore.

So, speak slowly, dear

and tell me everything that

you want to hear,

you want to hear.

Just tread softly, darling,

we are almost free

Our way will soon clear,

the way will soon clear.

Walking this tightrope, slowly

pacing your steps, you can see

the cold ground, oh-so far down

lost in the sound of

Your heartbeat madly racing

take a breath, remember

it's your life and it's your right

to love what you find...

Fear is not an option,

you have got to fight for

all that is yours, all that you adore.

And we can make it, make it

We won't forsake it cus it's

all that we adore, all that we adore.


© 2014 AKProctor


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Added on April 14, 2014
Last Updated on April 14, 2014
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AKProctor
AKProctor

Raleigh, NC



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Longtime dabbler, first-timer with a first draft on the slab. Speculative fictions seems to be my genre du jour, though I drift into the romantic. more..

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