Poem -

For A Friend

Time
You never give me enough time
I play back the tape trying to remember my lines
I always get stuck on "please don't" "stay"
It's never enough time 
I tap on keys til my fingers turn bloody
Drip drip drip
Down the dandelion path we go 
I call 5 times and you never pick up the phone 
Drip drip drip
Your brain waves make me sick 
And I watch as you wave goodbye to all the trees you used to sit
Bye 
You don't give me time
Not enough to pull you through the front door
Because you always leave out the back door
Drip drip drip
Can she kiss you when you lie on the cold hard floor?
Will your lips like cloudless skies be powder blue?
Will you teach her the song your bones will whisper when your rotten through?
"It hasn't happened yet.."
"It hasn't happened yet.."
And dare I stop it 
I'll drop to hands and knees to catch
 the life that's draining out of you
And can I stop it
And will I stop

'I can't see fortunes 
But I'll take you down where the mermaids dive 
you've been dying for a designated time
So we'll drown you into a new world
Where the monsters can't hide 
I lie when I say I'll bring you peace in no time'

The demons hide inside and they wear your skin like a Halloween disguise
Double look in the mirror 
You have heart but you lack courage 

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