Since You Sense It

Is it a crime to sit here on this fence?

Since we got lost
Where roads crossed
My mind is thinking
This soul shrinking
Your heart sinking.
You want to join
I’ll read you a poem
Or tie you a knot.
It only costs a coin
For just one thought.
Is it a crime
To sit on this fence?
Biding my time
Full of essence.
 Waiting for a sentence.
But then
Glory called
To tell us when.
All the while
Looking for something
Like a song to sing
With your smile.
Sorry I stalled
I walked the mile
And stood tall
Wanting to fall
Back to where It all
Makes the most sense.
Poetic Past v.9 / ca. 2002
-Be Love-


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