Sam

The clock strikes ,13
And I think I’ve seen him,
The one.
And the sun shines from his eyes
It’s no disguise
I know it.

Every bit of my heart,
Every part longs for his presence.
13:30,
And his essence clings to my clothes when he’s gone
When the sun has shone but does so no longer
But absence does make the heart grow stronger

14, and the innocence has been and fled
I’m still left on the bed
Even after I’ve left…
That is, when I’m allowed to leave
And I heave another heavy sigh as I take another one for love
The doves pure white wings are scratched and covered in blood
Another thud, and reality hits hard again
The same pain I’ve grown used to.

15, introduces new things when he wants to
When I’m tied between places
He introduces new faces
But they can’t touch me, you see,
I’m the one that has to share
He doesn’t care…
Someone I have feelings for
Digs yet another claw into me
As a shadow behind him paws playfully.

16, and I’m not the one I was three hours ago
The seconds that passed slow were filled with action
And even though it was a fraction of my life
The knife that was the seconds hand
Left strands across a once bare canvass
The harassment has gone
The sun shone its last the second I moved
It was for the best I protest, and I’m right.

There was no love battered dove…