The Fourteenth Hour
That dark fourteenth hour
A night leading to dawn
Never like another
I could simply paint us
The smudged ink of my tears
The inexperienced arms of sweet death
That fills my soul with pain and fear
All entangled in a battle for hot air
Forms the best colour combinations for my work of art
The breeze from mating trees
The soft glow of my skin
The taste of sweet laughter and tea
The perfect moment to make us three
Make a wish under the sky
2 months and a half
Abandoned for many years to die
Today it holds your blemished hands
To say all the words still left unsaid
Words that to you make no sense
For all along have I loved you in silence.
In four years or so
Will the ones I hold so dear
Still find a way to know
I'll Paint the skies for you
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