‘pon You


Some times I stay up way too late,
Thinking of ways to tempt my fate.
And to dream of days still yet to come,
And to wish away the memories of some.
Life is filled with sharp twists and turns,
With love that sparks and forever burns.
A dream swept of colors, turns pale and bleak,
A song of memories that only your eyes can speak.
Nights seem longer while I wage this war,
My heart growing colder to the core.
And with the new sunrise I gasp,
Hands in prayers before me clasp.
For the day upon me is new,
And Lord I trust it 'pon you.

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