Used To Be A Writer

Where will we find  the lock to lost time?  Is it in the strands of loose hair that fall as we dance Is it in the hands of two lovers that locked away the secrets of the  the lock to lost time is in the moments and moments of  Passionate kisses goodbye kisses that marinated in the crevaces of our lips and danced in your heart -my heart  Moving the heart eroding the surfaces of our hands What's in the lock of lost time? The minutes not talking, minutes not saying those words that can roll from the tip of the inch of your very own tounge your saliva the words you want to say but hurt to be said because of fear What's in The lock of lost time  Is it love? Love and fear? Hate to date but still standing Here  Here  Here standing here together facing each other looking and not saying saying but not Listening to the pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter of our hearts Standing here and understanding that It's easier to run and deny  Than to look me in my eyes  It's easier to just Stand here. 

The truth of the mater is  The taste of your lips I'll never forgive  And all that hurts in words and  With the sounds of the birds  And the whispers of the huddled up herds  I just want to know the truth  The truth in your words just simply The truth as it slips through your front tooth  Till we trace it back to our youth  and find that it  comes  down harder than a shot of   vermouth I want to know do you Want to too? Do you want to too?  Do you want to care-? Care  about the love  and the love that comes crashing down into  Despair But God is this world unfair.  I'll never know because the truth of the matter is ... that no matter what  The ending of my book remains  Uncut

And for a moment it felt like I had done everything on earth with her, but still with more to spare