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Moments
Moments are so precious
Especially while your in them
Wonderful pocket of times
Don't realize what we have when we live them
God has given and God can take them away
Seems like I breathe looking back
At those things that took my breath away
I watch a memory decay until
The bones turns into dust
I know forward this stalled
Vehicle needs to be thrust
My love for what I used to have
Can easily turn into lust
Because I can never get enough
Of that sweet aroma
I try to keep myself busy
Because I can easily slip into yesterdays coma
Feel like a drafted loner wandering with no place to go
What I feel some days, God only you know
I know you don't want me to have a party with a crowd of woe
I know this barren forest has seeds beneath ready to grow
I tow this heart sometimes it gets so heavy
No one sees me cry but I let my pen breach the levees
I Bled me to paper so damn much
Sometimes I wonder if their is anything left
I want to find Joy in this Life
So Poet of Pain can find his death
His Depths comes from all inside that he kept
Those here and nows that are there and gone
Is why I've wept
Moments are when just joined your hand with mine
Moments are like morning where the sun shines through the blinds
Moments is are when we when we laughed, cuddled and played
Moments is from my plane looking at snow covered cascades
Moments are a look, a feeling, an essence a touch
Moments can be my crutch, That's why I'm so stuck
In those Moments.
Poet of Pain 2008
