Its Later Than You Think

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By Lisa Marie Cole

Its getting late Its time to go The last song played The end of the show A stiff upper lip And a fading smile I've been 2nd place In your life all the while I've been the consolation I've ignored the manipulation I am the glass of wine That numbs the sad mind What once felt like fire Is now a bird on a wire Walking the tight rope Of madness and fading hope Thought I could wait That one day you would see That we were the dream All along it was me But, that day never came It has all been in vain You're in love with another I'm just the haven for cover The ear for your problems The port in the storm And, when you've felt lonely I've been there to warm But, no more abiding I can no longer stay Its my tender heart I can no longer betray

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August 15, 2011 00:47Lisa Marie Cole

Lisa, you write wonderful poetry.

Mom