Love You
Time to greet or maybe meet
There is a time I could tell
Time for me to go to and smell
But I was budging the gates of hell
So how was I supposed to tell
Unless the bell rings out as well
As I can’t just keep kicking time
Nor never ever have a rhyme
And if I could then I would
Just stand here like I should
As time means place
But place is time
But we both found our own Stime
To stop and start and make it better
So that we both know each other
Like we sent a love letter
DAMO x
Copyright © Damian Keady | Year Posted 2019
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