Sunday, July 30, 2017

Rob Schackne #413 - A Faint Dictionary Of Scars (9) "If I could save this time"

If I could save this time
In a bottle (maybe this one)
I’d cast it into the sea
But keep that one intact
Park it somewhere in the sky
Near her amethyst eyes

Love tries to make sense
Like water on a hot pan
It's a little bit like poetry
But what's the comparison
When the heart’s a charge
And the eyes are exploding

Collecting the rain drops
Manage it a whole lot better
The jobless getting jobs
Removing all these scars
The sun shifted to rise later
A sweeter song for sunset

Heart's a strong monkey
Hurts fastest runner through
But sure it's just a poem
I could forget a few moments
If I had actually survived
If I remembered you


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