Permanent 

As I said in my last post Alone, this is an old poem from when I was 14 or 15 years old which I’m archiving on this site from my old blogspot page. It’s nice to look back and see how I was feeling back then, and even see how much my writing has improved over the 7 or 8 years since. Hopefully someone can read it and relate, and be reminded that problems you have 7 or 8 years ago, aren’t always the same, or even feel the same in the future. 

Permanent 

I’ll stand there by your side,
Holding back tears that I want to cry.
But everything will change there’s no need to hide.
There’s no reason to leave nobody will die.

When we stand there all alone,
Will you grab onto my hand and never let it go.
Holding back my tears, hold you near;
Dont give in no matter how much we fear.

This feeling will never go, but I’ll never let it show.
It’s always here, and now people will always know;
That my love for you will never go, it’s permanent.
In a world where we’re so innocent.

I love you in each and every single way.
And beside you holding on I’ll never let you go, I’ll always stay.
As I write this the tears in my eyes bleed tears that want to say;
Let me hold on don’t let me go, don’t let me slip away.

And in my pain I’ll call out your name,
My last breath will whisper in your ear.
Because in this life I’m gonna lose this game.
And as I slip away, from your face I’ll wipe away, your tear.

And then I’ll leave you all alone with nobody to hold your hand,
I slipped away like time and a grain of sand.
And when I am far away it’ll prove love is temporary.
And that nothing in life is real it’s just a theory.

And even though I’m gone I’ll still hold on,
I’ll stand there by your side.
Watch you holding back the tears that you want to cry.
But everything will change there’s no need to hide.
We’ll be together again when you slip away and die.

This feeling will never go, but when we’re gone I’ll have it shown.
It’s always here, and people will have always known.
That my love for you will never go, it’s permanent.
In a world where we were so innocent.

Davie Magill

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1 thought on “Permanent ”

  1. Even in my dull and boring existence, one thing I have found is that life is in a constant flux – always changing – even if at one point I didn’t want it to.

    In my early 20’s I was living a dream and was spiritually married to “Poopybag” (a 1946 Aeronca 7AC Champion) for richer for poorer, until death do us part. In 1983 we got divorced cuz I was seeing another – a 1947 Cessna 120 dressed to the “9’s” in shimmering white Imron over Hershey brown metallic paint with his sexy spring steel legs wearing 600/six rubber and a rock hard tiny tailwheel. Life was good. It lasted for 23 years. sold him back to his previous caretaker before moving from California to Oregon.

    Over 10 years later I am sitting in a manufactured home that I never wanted to buy, became a principle in a food cart business I never wanted to be in, and have a dormant Van that tows an orange trailer with a powered parachute that is sitting in an insulated box hangar at a private airport 40 miles from where I roost. My biggest dream NOW is to get some time and money together so I can learn to fly “Poopychute” and have SOME kind of a relationship with him before I “go West” (drop dead).

    Your stuff makes me smile , Davie. Seeing your stuff from way-back-then to now gives my energy boost a lift and puts a smile to my face. You are the angel a thousand Irish nuns couldn’t begin to compete with.

    ❤ always ………….. "FOGGY" 🙂

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