Timekeeper
History has a way of repeating itself, when will I learn?
Words with a repeating sting, so cold and brutally stern
It’s hard to advance my mind with such a painful history
Why do I set myself up for so much grief, it’s a mystery
A body of temptation, luscious curves and swaying hips
Words that fool me from behind those bloodstained lips
A crimson kiss that steals my soul, altering my very being
They darken my tainted heart, what is it I am not seeing?
Wise men say a man without fear is a man without hope
Fear I don’t feel, but the pain proves to be too vast to cope
Within your embrace, doubts overrun my troubled mind
What am I to do, wait with a smile and be viciously kind?
Stop your watch, timekeeper, my patience is awfully thin
Forever I won’t wait, mainly when my faith isn’t fully in
The masses favor this as another mistake within this life
Rather I wish not to hear, it pierces my heart like a knife
Your fear and uncertainty will continue to push me away
Your words ask to trust you; that everything will be okay
Creating a confusion within me, which you have a knack
Push me if you must; just remember I may not come back
Copyright © Philip Fleming | Year Posted 2007
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