| Still unsure of consequences Of my unquestioned faith in you. The signs seem to be easily read, But so easily do I misconstrue. Tired of humming that wronged song, Ready for my life to begin again, And move forward without worry Of such hurtful sin. I see only the warm horizon So subtle, and discrete. Will I stumble, Fall over my blind feet? Love so seldom Has reason or rhyme. Only the hours will know If we can stand the test of time. |
| Test Of Time |
| ~CM |
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