Did you ever stand by

Complicit?

What were you

Waiting for?

Fuck

Come on, baby

Say the words

The three magic little words

That make me feel

Make me feel

Make me feel again

Come on, baby

Say the words

Tell me how we used to be

Close just like that

Just like that

Just like that again

Come on, baby

Say the words

That I know we both feel

We both feel

We both feel now

Come on, baby

Say the words

The three magic little words

“I miss you”

the hardest part about

Drinking Wine

and writing poetry

At Midnight

is that,

By Morning,

it’ll read too

Real

to keep.

A second ticks away

And I don’t notice

A minute ticks away

And I don’t mind

An hour ticks away

Well, it’s about time

A day ticks away

Where did it go?

A week ticks away

Party away the weekend

A month ticks away

My how time flies

A year ticks away

Huh, guess I’m older

Then what?

A decade ticks away?

A century ticks away?

A millennium ticks away?

A lifetime ticks away

Does God notice?