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T.I.M.E.
written by IceBound11:31 PM 11/3/04better make this a good one, for it's my last
last day of my heartache, this last day going fast
the hours and minutes mean nothing anymore
today is today, feel it down to my core
the endless ways to use our time
time long past, time that was mine
a Twisted Inconcievable Memory of Emotion
T.I.M.E.
time flowing through me, through us, like an ocean
or the everyday passing of the sun above
or a single emotion that drives us all, the emotion...love
i never once stopped to realize where i'd been going
looking down from the sunset, my blood flowing
a constant speed, the pace, the need
the seed, her face, i heed
her eyes...my life...i bleed...
time flys...my wife...i feed,
on this thought of me and her together
forever now it seems, i just wanna make things better
now that the time has come, today is the day
the time has come to let our story come into play |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
for Ashley
I love you
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