Best Song Timeautumn Poems


Without the Pages

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Momentum can shift
In a days lip of a lift 
Along with the wind 
And the waters drift
I can move you forward
In the touch of a sip 

Child you know time is on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

If autumn calls
Then this winter’s for all
And as winners we’ll fall
Nothing makes everything
Mean so much more to you
And everything that’s logical
Means so little
In your moments of truth

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Merlot wine in the touch of a time
We weren’t exactly fond of 
Truth was underlined
As the ability to move along
Mistakes were meant to sooth your wrong
A time I was yet too smooth to yawn
Tired and ale in a daze so pale
A heart attack followed by a stroke on the lawn
On and on we continue to moan
And now you know it won’t be long

“history”

What Days Become

I’m happy, I’m sad
I’ve been in the same mood so long
That I can’t tell
I’m happy, I’m sad
I think I’m going through hell
But I can’t tell

As the rest of the world thinks it’s in a recession
I reside with those 
who never had anything to begin with
Maybe a belated wish
A portion of noodles on a small dish
Scratch metal parts 
A lot of muscle and heart
It won’t carry you for the most of your days
But it will marry you 
through the remainder of your maze
Just when you think times can get no worst 
The holidays peer over and into your nights
Life evolves around a lesson in a small town
Where hope is an instrument that’s rarely found
I touch on the premise
And yet to open eyes it remains unsound
Used to having less
And at twenty-two I reach for stars
To catapult my worries 
above my adversaries and scars
I’m almost a man
But I’m not quite there
The majority of my life 
I’ve been stranded in an isolated  state of mind
All spectators seem to do is laugh and stare
I’m home for the holidays
But I am not yet there
Dear life I miss you
And I’m not gone
I miss you
And I’m standing on the other side of a happy home
It’s days like this 
That autumn kisses, and winter tells
It’s days like this 
That paint a warm face pale

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