Choking Vine from Mrs. Calabash by Bimsclix Atrolla

I don’t believe in time, though I believe
I’ll hold your hand in mine, before I leave
Tomorrow there will come, a ship of brass
With room for only one, and sails made of stained glass

There grows in a bell jar, a choking vine
With nothing for to mar, can only pine
We’re swallowed by the day, and by the year
The pendulum sways, there’s nothing left to fear

I been in bed with thieves, of broken hearts
And as the doves will grieve, when torn apart
I’ll miss you once you’re gone, but until then
Your memory is fond, yet my heart is pending

I don’t believe in time, though I believe
I’ll hold your hand in mine, before I leave
Tomorrow there will come, a ship of brass
With room for only one, and sails made of stained glass

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