at the end of the day
*At the end of the day
At the end of the night, at the end of the moment
it was me leaving in love.
It was me, tossing wishes of happiness
upon my father's grave.
Enchating the moon from the sky.
In this presepous, in this dark alley
where music notes lye dying
It was me passing them by
Wishing for something more
Praying for a deeper enlightenment.
At the end of the day, at the end of the road
It was me drowing in the path
Searching for myself in deep streams.
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i found this looking through an old poetry book today on lunch. i know i've been silent lately. i've spent most of my free time making jewelry for the girls at work. i promise there will be more to come this weekend. sweet dreams all.
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i found this looking through an old poetry book today on lunch. i know i've been silent lately. i've spent most of my free time making jewelry for the girls at work. i promise there will be more to come this weekend. sweet dreams all.
