At the end of time
Head-down watching the clockHours were together as a flock
You were born through the fears of me
Words were feelings so clear just to be
It was new growing deep in you
I felt the same but you ran away
I knew I loved you when you stayed afar
You felt the same but it disagrees what you are
I ain't what you dreamed all night
I don't need letters of love
You don't paint stars above
You really gotta watch it light
It's our feeling, not a crime
Let's hold it tight at the end of time
When you play slowly your guitar
It does touch my heart wherever you are
But I cannot fix, I can't speak my mind
Though it is clear you're always on my mind
You go and come on 5th street
Ignoring I could be at your feet
Now I have to put it in my old bag
Giving up and showing my white flag
Poetry by Edgar J. Jackson
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Written on 2015-05-30 at 04:07
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