take a minute

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    take a minute

    take a minute
    to show that is imaginable
    I’ll hear out the call
    In the air
    Its solar rays
    Half a life
    When has it not gone,
    Not over the top
    when I’m only standing right here

    Across the bed is where you lead me with your eye
    When are we going to make love to crawl onto each other dragonfly
    I’m half awake but still wish to be asleep
    missing out the synchronize passing time, a promise I’ll keep

    Dressing the time
    with free dreams on my mind
    Care to show how to play
    with your hair, to whined down, the time to keep awake
    Your haler is direction to free my lesson
    Expressions sending kisses
    Hallow that I fallow to the endless wind tunnel

    It seems
    Crossing words with a lover when we never knew each other real names

    So happens that tonight when we lock into each others eyes
    This something that’s honest, its real, it can be that we don’t share any lies

    So there’s nothing to trouble for what has been said
    An a fade your hand rest upon my forehead, an angel gloss who pry’s over us instead

    Swim across the bed sheets where we both play in Neverland
    the flow of the breeze just brings you closer to me by the drag of your nails

    So lets pull the chords
    that’s keeps us together
    the bare of chains of human thoughts
    When we close the curtains
    Nevermind the rest
    Questions how much of shadow we put up
    when were making dark puppets
    holding each others hands
    Outside in the cold
    Wear scarf to keep us warm
    But were blanketed under the sheets together
    Staring into the dark raking each others faces with are fingers.
    Hold on to me and take a minute
    Remind that the seconds has past
    And we belong together.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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