Black Sheep # 2

near the end of our journey,
feels like we've just begun.
truth be known we've failed,
more often than we won.

your heart and my heart,
grown together hid inside each other.
to be a real man and a woman,
gotta be friends first to be lovers.

you walk away and shut the door,
but i catch you when you fall.
then you come running when
you know my backs against the wall.

right and wrong, we've done both,
and we've lived out every breath.
just shadows of each other,
we fly past the kingdom of death...

and the souls of the weary weep....
in the ground where the beaten sleep...
knowing the life given's all we keep....
fallen angels, fugitives, and black sheep.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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