JOE JOHNSON Biography

Breathless I lay, my soul at ease
and the day slow and the clock mocking
me. I beg my creaters for a wish but alas
the night reigns and my star is missing.
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The red dress women, that's what they called you
that night. Your skin was covered by red silk, I thought
it be blood. The moon sang you a song of tears and new
birth and suddenly your beauty become your language.
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Fly as you might, but your truth is
seen by all, do you cry? Do you feel?
Your eyes are filled with water or is it
pain.
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Forever is forever in itself, the endless wonder
of the end, I cannot see it but yet its the same
curiosity that condemned me to never do.
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Funny how time moves on, how it fades.
It all seems slower without you, all I can
see is an empty shell of a heart, it beats
no longer.
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