george albot


A Thousand Hours - Poem by george albot

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The few minutes that I spend with you
Would be worth
A thousand hours I spend without you.

Everything that I have said to you
I obviously did mean
When you love someone
You can never go back and you can never let go.

I don't even know what going back would mean anymore
I don't even know why we say it?
Because I know we are a perfect together
It's the situation that not.

So the next time we ‘'THINK''
That's it it's all over
Just open your gob and let me
Stick my tongue in it
At least then neither of us can talk
And that's got to be good

XXX

maybe not a thousand hours


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013


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