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Jan 2015 · 389
Nine
Sean K Jan 2015
In this very moment the world could end, yet it wouldn't make a difference to me.

In this very moment my heart could stop, yet I'd be happier than I ever could be.

In this very moment I could ponder the sky, at this point in time to question the why?

In this very moment I don't see quite clearly, but in my heart and for a start I'm beginning to hold you dearly.

In this very moment I'm a little scared to ask, I hope in time to find my rhyme and be ready for this task.

In this very moment I'm glad to have a friend, seems a true companion lieu of nonfeasance towards my end.

In this very moment I am found unknown, truth be told to tell the truth  my soft hearts turn to stone.

In this very moment my broken soul is crying my mind is slowly shutting down my body surely dying.

In the end it makes no difference I'll live and die the same, a grand old tale to sing aloud and play this long drawn game.
Written over a time period of nine years, one line for every year.
Jan 2015 · 548
Overdrawn
Sean K Jan 2015
I stumbled through your life with an ungraceful lack of restraint.

I tried to find an answer in a life I barely knew.

If I'd known what I do now, I wouldn't have felt for you.

Tomorrow we'll grow further apart then we were before.

The tide, the moon, the sun, the stars, time turns closed the door.

Before the lock bolts shut I'd hope to make amends.

And save my mind from whats inside in time to see the end.

— The End —