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    I didn't ask you for your thoughts
    I asked you for your hand
    and if I wanted you to save me
    then I would have called your band.
    When I asked if you were real
    then I meant for the real true deal
    and when I run it's not from you
    it's because I can't stand being blue.
    When I say I want some time
    it's not at the falling of a dime.

    We sit and watch the clouds swim by,
    watch the birds run through the sky
    we talk about philosophy
    we talk about where we find glee
    and when the moon is seeming down
    we talk him right out of his frown.
    The earth is small the sun is large and
    chance is a star landing on a barge.
    Pity's long and luck is short
    and when we know we're wanting more
    I ask you one more time if you would
    please just tell me and not hide.
    The sky's too small to hold us and
    don't keep yourself inside.

    Our time is short our lives are long
    and when we ask where it's all gone
    we'll just be lost because all along
    what it's always been is going gone.



    I beg you for a shot I say we
    can't be what we're not and when you
    tell me that the sky is green,
    I say what a lovely sheen.
    I like ice cream I like blue so
    why can't I just talk to you we
    used to talk we used to shine but
    everything passes with some time so
    when the raindrops hit the sand I'll
    ask why I miss your warm hand.
    It's because we're all glass balls you see,
    every touch marks easily.
    There's more to me than meets the eye,
    my toes once walked right on the sky.
    Then a toad came out and sang and
    I heard as the lillies rang.

    The light was bright but didn't hurt and
    when the moon came I didn't flirt.
    I asked him how he felt today, and
    when we both sat down his say was
    'give it time and you'll be fine,
    the world can't hold you all the time.
    When angels fly and you can try you'll
    find yourself now striding high.
    You'll look down and you'll see streets and
    see that you've achieved great feats.
    'But listen dear don't try too hard for
    fate plays with some cheating cards.
    It shows you left and says go right but
    thinking as hard as you might
    you won't know which way to go and
    that's when you will finally know that


    Our time is short our lives are long
    and when we ask where it's all gone
    we'll just be lost because all along
    what it's always been is going
    gone.
    Last edited by indigoharbor; 02-01-2015, 07:14 PM.

  • #2
    this is awesome!

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    • #3
      I am in love with this poem haha.

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