Do You Want It Now
It's like a spinning knife that is on my heart
Its like a little light with a touch of dark
it's like a sneak attack from whatever match
we could use to watch the fire start
Take these gloves and go
Blow by blow to help you get it away
Eventually life demands
to turn it around and show your hand
It was forever the plan
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2016
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