Saint Stephan
Was born a saint
That dreamed died at two
In the morning
Never very good at tying me shoes
So now I am older, three times the devil
As I dream to see where life leads me
I close my eyes
To escape the desires I never touched
She called me a Romeo, yet I never kissed
The love felt I was certain was bliss
So I walked away
No more waiting, for silly moment’s lost
Played all my cards, and all hearts gone
And now I dig with grave thoughts in mind
For as I stare at the hole below
I see where Saint Stephan
Died at two
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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