it is just about me and a little of you
this page it glares in flowing script
as I come to terms and get a grip
vigilantes sing lyrics written to my heart
ballads of love, unrealized starts
put to music and strummed with pain
of nothing lost and nothing gained
when I bring it forth with prose and rhyme
five hundred days of another time
I'll give him the lyrics for yet one more
of windows closed and shutting doors
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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