Out of sync, when all is mine. Unforgiving, is the power of time. She asks of he, plainly, will it end? The sadness, of the unknown. Her, inability, he, so willingly, sought the gladness, of she. Can we all not share, the same despair, of lovers who dare, to undo the unfair? No. Happiness, only burdens the few. I envy you.
Bus stop dreads stop me in my tracks because I'm too white to be coming around here. My clothes are too ***** and my smile too honest. I live a life of privilege that has nothing to do with the color of my skin or the "insufficient funds" in my bank account. Idle time is the devil's plaything they say, But the devil has always sent his own to take care of me. So we just keep on walking, not to be judged by the race based politics of those who have no recognized power over us.
For soothe I do know why I am so sad; The one I love has left me for the dead. I walk amidst the blades of soft green grass, While each verdant bloom cuts me to my last. My love for you was like a faithful sword, 'Till it ran back to where my heart was stored. It struck me where I tick and ceased my tock. My love for you, it will not ever stop