QuartzA Poem by AdamFor KaileyI have a clock swinging seconds by my bed reminding and singing every hour, what time i have left something holds me there awhile nothing told me that your smile is all I needed, to be held in the hands of time between them, I will make you mine it's cries are muted by your sweet words your voice is the last thing I heard before disappearing in a dream with you our last morning nearing I will hear your voice's song I'll have no fear, you'll make me strong For when the clock stops swinging Our souls begin living
© 2014 Adam |
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