K. Loye... Writing My Thoughts Till My Pencil Thinks

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A dark day, goes by minute by minute
My mind tells me stay, while my body says quit
Each and every moment, goes by so slowly
Gotta resort to memories, of when you would hold me

Comatose, I lie in my bed just waiting
Listening, all the time, when for me you sing
I could hear your voice, but you couldn't hear mine
"Your in our prayers;" Damn, I loved that line

It helped me through, and made my thoughts go
To all the things I'd forget, and what I ought-to know
I remember that day, will always know how things are
I tried to hit the breaks, but couldn't miss the other car

I'm pushing toward the tunnel with the white light
Trying to get to the end, engulfed in my fright
I pry my eyes open, and see you once.. You cry
I say "I love..." but cant get the "you" out before I die

Don't mourn my passing, for its better this way
Now I can talk to you, whenever you pray...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts