Its one, two, three, four in tha morning, and i’m wishing it was time
To draw a kiss from your lips and fall into your eyes
Whisper in your open ear, a poet’s lullabye
Its 1 2 3 4, and i’m wishing it was time

I never ‘got over’ you
I don’t even know what those words mean;
You are baked into tha very crust of me.
You are tha molten hot magma that flows at my core,
And tha only way your liquid flame is purged
Is if i release you – and this i cannot do.
I have tried, my heart lie dormant as a
Sleeping volcano with no chance of surprise;
You would have to climb inside of me
To feel if it is even beating.

Oh, Gods and scientists agree -
Tha day of your diappearance was a dark, cold day.

Each morning I wake to tha sound of teardrops
that break like waves on my pillow case
Salt water pain stains my cotton sheets
Flash flood rains drown city streets
a pound of regret from an ounce of deceit

I never ‘got over’ tha mistakes i made
I don’t even know what those words mean

And now it’s one, two, three, four…and i’m wishing it was time
To fall into your kiss and die within your eyes
Whisper in an angels ear, my forever bye
It’s 1 2 3 4 and i’m wishing it was time

-MIC THA POET

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