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Coffee and Songs At 5 Am

It must have been the sunrise
All the wrongs that I don’t see
The truths hidden within your lies
All the songs that I don’t sing

It must’ve been nirvana
For I cannot heal
And I can’t be your wonders
For I do not live

And heaven can’t have her
For angels do not kill
And Satan can love her
But he cannot feel

It must’ve been the silence
The doubt within your unseen words
If I could’ve just finished what i had to say
Everything you said I would’ve heard

After all of the shouting 
The commotion in your screams
After all your anger
Did you accomplish everything you knew

And heaven can’t have her
For angels do not kill
And Satan can love her
But he cannot feel

And it must’ve been the sunrise
How solemn you sat
And It could’ve been the song
All alone you sang

I’m not promised tomorrow but I am with you
A chandelier in her borrowed clothes
These are the songs a man sings to himself
Before the mirror breaks

"songs left within her despair"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 1, 2009 at 2:35 PM
Very touching, Jerry. How sad that it an outburst of anger can do so much damage to a relationship. Love the notion of "songs left within her despair." Beautifully written!
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