One More Minute
I would walk till my shoes
filled with the dirt of ages
I would travel the road of perdition
for one more minute with you
Reaching into my chest
I would rip out my soul
hand it to the devil himself
to take whats left
(my souls battered and worn
but still a devil wanted it)
having sold my soul
for a song and a prayer
I regained it
(even the Devil can be tricked)
second hand goods
are always diminished
shabby
I have nothing
but blessings
I have nothing
but love
I have nothing
but forgiveness
so in fact I have everything
making all realities nothing
I would still sell all that
all the every-things
and nothings
for one more minute with you
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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