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3 A.M.

It's late or early, I can't tell which one We're not on some secret island with a picturesque sun The palm tree buildings; strolling holding your arm on these concrete beaches Freedom building and living as far as the philosophy to be me reaches I still remember it was those golden eyes I got lost in Smokey sewers on those December frozen cold nights in Boston Hand in hand with no plan but body warmth on dark streets Time fades from my mind why did you decide to split me apart at Park Street Our shadows like shallow words hollow; is time to blame for all of our sorrows? And if Apollo brings tomorrow I vow never let anyone else to pill my heart and swallow From downtown to Lansdowne the evanescence of your essence You presence once luminescent grew into the only thing that impeded my convalescence The acquiescence of your gentle lips set my soul on fire artist/arsonist In the midst of happiness your betrayal a catharsis in the darkened mist See the vitality in my veins? The hurt you left me with brought me clarity And in reality I'll never be the same; this do or die mentality haunts me with sincerity In deepest of moments where I don't know where I'm going I'm traveling unworn paths in the city that's never slowing I think back not wanting escape despite the price I paid for elegant negligence I don't feel the same heartbreak my heart used to partake and your face has lost its relevance We both know mishaps happen the knife in my back was like somebody slapped me I was angry for a while but life's to short to hold back; I just want you to be happy She fades in the past; you shine now as mine through and through Was it fate that brought me to you? Every time I talk to you we share something new With you every minute I'm so in it, this golden woven knit of your love and trust shines infinite In a bit we'll have fallen deeper intimate; you're holding my stolen past so innocent Like city converges with the sea your arms emerge freely right in front of me Finally free, it seems we all just need that hurt to make us again breath and believe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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