Repent

As I was resting on her tummy
I felt the world swirl.
Tired from endless enigmas
I was playing with her curls.
A lot of time with pen and paper
but not so much to show.
I tried to tell my story
but it made me feel so low
There is time for repent.
there is time to heal.
For the thoughts I send , would probably appeal.
I accused you for ambition , while I ruined my own.
Romancing my sunset and mocking your dawn.
Concerned with Jacks drinking while
I tried to drown my thirst.
At first I wanted to last , now at last will I be first.
There is time for repent.
there is time to heal.
For the thoughts I send , would probably appeal.