Three long minutes
For my fancy,
Keeping heartbeats
Low and silent.
Three long minutes,
One to hold me,
One to squeeze me,
One to make me feel alright.
Three long minutes,
I am waiting,
There's no bargain
To make it mine.
Not a pistol
On my nose,
Or in begging
To fuel my spark.
Three long minutes,
I am losing,
Burn my passion
Down to nothing.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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