And, I set the clock back one hour,
awaiting the time we promised to meet.
I sat and sat- preceding your arrival -
but you were an hour late.
I don't know the feeling that's lurking within,
but it's grasping my life, colliding with sin.
Burdens are true, a small part of life;
but what's the use when I can't have you.
I've tried and I've tried way too many times,
burnt down the skyscrapers tickling my feet.
For, I've floated abruptly away, my darling.
Far from your arms, my dreams crashing down.
And, I promised myself a house on the hill,
with a white picked fence and curves that would kill.
A husband to cherish and children to hold;
though, love never wanted me but I took it anyway.
