Last Minute
I'm just digging myself deeper
Can't stop
Won't stop
Don't stop
Till I get to where you are
Tendrils of smoke
Are they turning into
Strands of red ribbons
Or is that just an illusion
In my head
Want to be his tequila sunrise
Not the first
But want to be the last
The rays of sunlight
Burning in your memory
Ain't perfect
Not the same every time
Ain't perfect
Not the same every time
But I'll make sure I'm
Worth your every
Last minute
Time a ticking
As the sunset fades
Into twilight
Copyright © Shimokini The Abendrot Poet | Year Posted 2019
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