How can time slip through one’s mind such
As dimes we count day by day we sing
Sweet melodies. Yet when time is gone
We disappoint yet another, one by one
We kill the ones that we love dearly
Not mostly physically but emotionally
It hurts how the grapes get picked
Off "the" vine is it because of love
That we let this happen or do we
Get forced through the pain. See
Even though it hurts I say to myself
"you can make it through". Sweet
Tender fruits being yanked from there owner.
As the memories flow through the absent
Mind you see images of what happened
And the pain fiercely come back to your body
Numbing it from head to toe. No longer able
To walk in public afraid that others around
See you as an outsider, as if the whole
World has hatred upon you. But yet life
Goes on and on keeping one dancing
To the honeysuckles beat, wishing upon
Every star, letting the sweet night
Sky take you away not in a dream but
A deep thought that keeps your heart beating
And your soul moving to the melodies
Of life…
