Bleeds Down the Page
Sometimes there is a thin line
Like mixing heartache with good times
As the ink starts to bleed down the page
Bringing memories of those we miss
Like the taste of a sweet kiss
That last forever throughout the years
And all the tears that we cry
Never seem to run dry
As the puddles collect at our feet
I remember once I was in love
Like a hand in a warm glove
Through the frost of a cold winters day
But
Sometimes love turns cold
And the walls start to grow mold
And the doors quite simply slam shut
I swear I’ll never understand why
The coat of his damn lies
Seemed to be
The only coat I could wear
But I reckon that it’s all good
It ended up, as it should
And all the pieces just fell into place
Every once in awhile
I
Think about you and smile
And remember back when we were friends
Home is a dear place
In my heart you hold your grace
And I reckon that you always will
Because some places people belong
Like the lyrics of a sad song
And some pains, well they never seem to fade
I reckon now you know it
All the pain has made me a poet
As the ink forever bleeds down the page
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Written awhile back for someone who holds a very dear
place in my heart, regardless of all else. Posted to enter
into Christie's contest, God Bless
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