Wasted Sunsets

           Wasted Sunsets

It’s all over, said and done,
    the angels never come to stay.
All of the midnight whispers,
    and caresses have flown away.
And crumpled in the corner,
    all the dreams, yesterdays news.
Hanging on a cross
    heart and soul sing the blues.

One too many wasted sunsets -
One too many down the road -
And after dark, our door is always open . . .
Hoping someone else will show.

The dark side of the rainbow,
    hiding behind an unlocked door.
Dream ashes filling up our head,
    empty hopes litter the floor.
The lines in the mirror man,
    have deepened, grown too long.
The second hand is dragging on,
    afraid to face the approaching dawn.

One too many wasted sunsets -
One too many under the bridge -
And in the dark, our door is always open . . .
Hoping someone else will show.


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