Decayed Rememberance
The tic-tock of a Tuesday morning clock
As the seconds pass my heart stops
Epiphany! Rejoice! I have a made a new choice.
It is now that I'm choosing to use my voice
I'm now saying goodbye to an unsatisfying guy
I'm unlocking my cuffs and spreading wings to fly
All I can say is that maybe someday
When we are gone and our bodies have decayed
You'll look back and adore all the times in that store
And wish that you had loved me more.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Feb 06, 2007.
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