She came seeking absolution
For all the crimes she never did
She came seeking restitution
For all the times she ran and hid
She sees the twilight drawing closer
She sees the setting of the sun
She feels the years closing on her
And all she wants to do is run
She made her share of simple choices
Most of which she now regrets
She wants one last chance at glory
Walking on the wire without a net
She longs to hear the bells at midnight
As she dances to the Spanish bands
Watching her lovers body swaying
Waiting to feel him trembling in her hand
On the old brass bed she moves with abandon
Everything she was she left behind
She is lost somewhere inside her passion
Inside the fires of her mind
There are seven stars shining
In the darkness of the night
And the two lives that she lives
Meet in the palaces of light
I have no memory of writing this poem. I was looking for a clipboard today to fill out some insurance related forms and the poem was on the clipboard. It is clearly my handwriting.
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