excuse me as I come on through with a drawstring bag
I have started a special collection, see, of important things I have
one day I may not have them, see, for life is so changing
and the way things flip and flop and are always rearranging
so I walk around and people speak and tell me where they've been
and I grab for feelings and memories too and place them all in
my journey is a long one as I've come to meet so many
All that has been shared with me, my bag with pieces aplenty
And then my darling I met you with a world of magic in every day
and my heart cried out to want to know you in every single way
so I searched high and low and found the deepest bag I could
and I laughed because if I was able I'd put you all in, I would
So instead I ask one after another, questions that give me some part
of pieces and sections of feelings of memories stored within ur heart
and i am eager and relentless and overwhelming it is true
as a beggar I come asking that it is filled with so much of you.
for when the day comes, and yes we are reminded just how soon
when the earth will quake, and the stars will fall, and the blood like moon
and after it is your very preciousness will joyfully go away
and there is no wrappin you up in my bag to make you stay...
But I'll have my bag of pieces, precious memories for all time
and they will bring back to me, the days you were mine
and I will take them out bit by bit, so many I've come to have you see
and they will bring you so very close to the fullness of the heart within me
Oh your bag is filling up and I can get so demanding too
But please forgive me if I ask too many questions of you
time is a tickin, oh yes, and this is all I have
excuse me as I come on by with a drawstring bag.
@lesr
