5 Minutes ’till Tomorrow

When the wind blows softly,
I can almost feel your kiss
My lips left virgin
My heart is sweetly touched

The day is almost gone,
It won’t be long till I evaporate like the night
what time is it?
five minutes ’till tomorrow

When I leave you, I miss you already
like putting the watch on the opposite wrist
something just doesn’t feel right
when I’m without you

I once was betrayed by the color red
I thought I would hate it forever
Red increases with heat, thanks Fahrenheit
Why won’t the weather stop raining and get warm?

Secrets, are they good or bad?
To keep the truth from someone
Admiration of the hidden
I almost want to show the disguise

Words they flow, without verse or rhyme
Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time
Many different ideas they flow together
Some make sense, some don’t. They are all mixed in a bowl

Cookie dough has soft parts and hard
My life is the same, warm cookies or charred.
If life was so sweet,
then pain wouldn’t keep us from dunking cookies in milk

A woven seat of secrets
wish I could tell but one
I pretend to be open
this spell has just begun

My mind it flows without any patterns
I just write down what comes, and what happens
No second thoughts, perhaps pure emotion
What will she think, Mother, I’m not broken.

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