The Unbeliever

I never thought we would make it, darling
'cause we were the day and night - undecided
to fade to black or to ride the lightning.
And even though our light was fire guided
I never thought we would make it.

I never thought we would make it, precious.
Better the Devil you know, as Kylie would agree
I was selling dreams and performing executions,
looking for the Universal that was never free.
I never thought we would make it.

I never thought we would make it, baby
for I was a runner on a foreign hill,
living without hopes and expectations. Maybe
that made my life less of a horror, still
I never thought we would make it.

by Georgi Todorov

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living without hopes and expectations. Maybe that made my life less of a horror, still I never thought we would make it. love that helps to make an about turn in life. thank u dear poet. tony
Beautiful reflection embellished in poetic rhyme from the heart with conviction. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Georgi.