Sunday, March 8, 2015

Pockets of Time

I find
Pockets of time
Used to be
I'd steal them
For me
But now
I think
Of you
And these
Pockets of mine
Feel full
And light
As the days
Are filling
With bright
And now
I only
Have to fight
To give us
A chance
To be right
If only
For one night

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