5:20 AMTracy Chapman
Overthinking
Baby can I hold you…
My bed is so far away
The only real sounds in the house are the loud ceiling fan and the ice maker reminding me
Again and again
A fading picture
A coin never tossed
An X on a map never discovered
The secrets we only share in our final moments of life
They are all lies we tell ourselves anyway
Again and again
Waiting for the end of darkness
When all that ever really is
Is Love
Tanis Justice 2016(c)
