One More
I write my truth from a one-sided view
it is just about me and a little of you
this page it glares in flowing script
as I come to terms and get a grip
his songs sing poems written to my heart
ballads of love, unrealized starts
put to music and strummed with pain
of nothing lost and nothing gained
when I bring it forth with prose and rhyme
five hundred days of another time
I'll give him the lyrics for yet one more
of windows closed and shutting doors
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