Time divided by conflict, solved by absolution. A simple solution.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
If this was up to me....
I might not be so far away. I feel as if the sun I stare at has burned out. You already know what this is about. Consistent humming to be heard. In my head, singing of you. Waiting for you, to take me away. But there was a day to be remembered. To feel that spear twist in my chest... From these words. They are all to alike. They are all to much like you. To be forgotten, please hang up. A riddle you never saw. Pretty girl your so unaware. Deny this reflective air. Do they have to care? Sometimes we might wish to be. B******s, in their eyes. A click click bang, and it dies. But there was a day to be remembered. To feel that spear twist in my chest... From these words. They are all to alike. They are all to much like you. To be forgotten, please hang up. Reflections on your face. But you wear nothing. Excuse me thats just bad taste. © 2008 Lee W. Deason |
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