Time Traveler

How come I can not see the lies on your painted face?

I thought there was no secrets between you and me.

Whatever happened to the candle stick burning so brightly?

I know I’ve awakened you from you’re harmless day sleeping.

But now I hear footsteps in your eyes.

Then you are speaking to me and I can not hear what it is that you are saying to me.

I see only lines going up and down, of what is the sound that is coming out of your mouth.

You’re freedom escapes me like a mild night tiger.

My eyes escape your hearts desire.

Take me back to 1923.

Then when I was yours,and yours was me.

We sat and drink milkshakes for 20 cents.

You promised you’d buy me a big house with a tall white fence.

So I fast forward to 2020 where the future beholds a colorful thing.

These crazy lights are too much for me, so I go back to my least favorite time , year 2013.

Where I’m old and soon dieing; where death is all around me.

Twenty years ago is when you died, but however I didn’t cry.

On the awakening on you’re face was so pale and you slept peacefully in your crate.

I yawned that night and remembered your face the time we met.

We were so young and now destined for heaven or hell.

 

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Hanging By A Thread

I’m hanging by a thread
The rope is breaking
The time is ticking
My fingertips are slipping
And the pain I’m in, its running through my veins
You don’t listen to a word I say and
The walls are closing in
It’s tough to keep my feet on the floor
My heart is reaching and
I can’t stand it.
My thoughts are being swirled around in the washing machine,
Like a whirl pool I can’t fight
What’s left of my heart is all I have to stay strong
Each minute the pain is growing stronger and stronger
The rain and thunderstorms are like the things I’m fighting through, just to make myself last
My eyelids are shutting and
My barin’s become dizzy
The colors they swirl around in my heart
Then I’m lying there and I’m breaking away
Crumbling like a chocolate chip cookies, that
Was dunked into milk too long.
I’m slipping away at the seams and
I’ve become something I’m not