“Not Apocalypse It”
©️ by Frank DeCenso,
Jr.
[Vs1]
I sent you
news with Technicolor clues
About a love
that lasts long;
Some worn
out lines on a photo’s backside
And a MP3 of past songs.
We were a
pair with a future where
Our days
would create stories;
I still
believe you didn’t mean to leave –
Maybe it's an allegory.
CHORUS
If we fall apart after joined at
the heart,
A Band-Aid might not fix it;
We still have time to stitch a
better life,
And not apocalypse it.
[Vs2]
This will be
real when you begin to feel
Our missing
love connection;
Your heart
will say you were wrong the day
You sought
your own reflection.
We’ll be OK
when you’re here to stay
And reclaim
your old pillow;
We’ll dance and eat and I’ll massage your feet
Underneath our weeping willow.
CHORUS
If we fall apart after joined at
the heart,
A Band-Aid might not fix it;
We still have time to stitch a
better life,
And not apocalypse it.
[BRIDGE]
I keep my promises,
And carve
them into stone;
They’re not just
art or for the faint of heart,
Or AI mechanized drones…
CHORUS
If we fall apart after joined at the heart,
A Band-Aid might not fix it;
We still have time to stitch a better life,
And not apocalypse it.
