meandpaul

I am not a poet 
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words 

I am not a musician 

I stood in the crowd 
My feet cemented to the ground 
Just basking in the light of something that would slowly fade 

I could hear the high pitched ringing 
A reminder of a past days sacrifice 

It echoes loud when you call my name 
Hear it ring out from the inside 
Going back to that different place 
And I‘ll make it out this time 

Dear Mr. Hero 
Have you won the last war? 
Oh Mr. Hero 
Have you caught him before?

He isn’t a sinner 
But he’ll contemplate 
Doing something a good man 
Won’t do
How about you?

Temptation 
Self destruction 
I’ve been waiting sometime 
For you 

Hours 
Days away 
Minutes slowly fade 
Give it up again I’ll show 
I’ll wait a while 

at the beginning of the end 

you went to shake my hand 

i followed it with an embrace 

for i could not face 

what i knew would come