Time
She never asked for silks or gold.
She never asked for moon or sky.
Her choice was wine
In place of love
Wine......
And time
For love to die.
And now there's time,
And time,
And time.
And all the wine,
And all the tears,
And faceless lips,
And passing arms.
And all the wasted,
Empty years.
With no love left
To still the cries,
Just nights that have a thousand whys.
No more reasons to say goodbye.
Copyright © Shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013
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