Poetry For Everyday People
It's About Time
Where do I find you now
that time has found us,
life trying to strip me
of my magic and it's all
I got baby, it's all I've
got, this fire at my finger
tips, this controlled hell,
painting in letters and dots,
smoking cigars as time flies,
happy hour's calling but I'm
content now, as the letters
appear, one by one I hang on
as if the next word will split
the earth, pull you out
and you'll smile at me, put
your feet up, point your
toes, take a sip of my wine,
say.
that time has found us,
life trying to strip me
of my magic and it's all
I got baby, it's all I've
got, this fire at my finger
tips, this controlled hell,
painting in letters and dots,
smoking cigars as time flies,
happy hour's calling but I'm
content now, as the letters
appear, one by one I hang on
as if the next word will split
the earth, pull you out
and you'll smile at me, put
your feet up, point your
toes, take a sip of my wine,
say.
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It`s About Time
It`s About Time
