Remaining years

Sweetest taste of tender lips,

pressed up and biting on mine.

Lets watch how the past slips,

allowing two hearts to entwine.


Its s magnetism that's felt,

teasingly attracts a battered heart.

Sometimes the cards we are dealt,

keeps true love apart.


Inside I hear sobbing,

and the wetness' of tears.

All the while time keeps robbing,

all the best of my remaining years.



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Always True

If they only knew:


To Late.


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If it's desired, nothing can

If it's desired,

nothing can stop me.

Make every second count