These faded
Faded skies,
They’ve gotten me
Tongue tied.
Fear of failing,
Fear of flying,
Will you help me up?
I think I’ve lost my faith.
Been a true believer to date,
Is it too late
To change my mind?
To criticise my life?
To correct those heavenly lies?
PJ 
It’s never too late. People always say this. But it is. In fact when you realise that it’s too late you get that fire. I dunno 🙃🙃
Well written though🌺
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Thanks Sid 😊
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As always, awesome writing! Loved the f/lying bit. I really dig that sort of unconventional approach to poetry — it’s really original. 🙂
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I try my best to incorporate the ‘writing/scribbling’ stage to the final product 😊 I’m glad you liked it!
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Depends on who you’re asking
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*nods* True
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