The clock strikes ,13 And I think I’ve seen him, The one. And the sun shines from his eyes It’s no disguise I know it. Every bit of my heart, Every part longs for his presence. 13:30, And his essence clings to my clothes when he’s gone When the sun has shone but does so no longer But absence does make the heart grow stronger 14, and the innocence has been and fled I’m still left on the bed Even after I’ve left… That is, when I’m allowed to leave And I heave another heavy sigh as I take another one for love The doves pure white wings are scratched and covered in blood Another thud, and reality hits hard again The same pain I’ve grown used to. 15, introduces new things when he wants to When I’m tied between places He introduces new faces But they can’t touch me, you see, I’m the one that has to share He doesn’t care… Someone I have feelings for Digs yet another claw into me As a shadow behind him paws playfully. 16, and I’m not the one I was three hours ago The seconds that passed slow were filled with action And even though it was a fraction of my life The knife that was the seconds hand Left strands across a once bare canvass The harassment has gone The sun shone its last the second I moved It was for the best I protest, and I’m right. There was no love battered dove… |