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By Untamed Bird Date: 2001 Jul 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.18.00.42.16205]] |
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I try to be tough, Tried hard to cut you out Of my heart with a pen knife, But you keep growing back Over, and over again. Every time with stronger roots, Deeper into the chambers Of my mind, No matter how hard I gouge, I only have to hear your voice And my breath grows short. The sound of you, leaves me weak, Is the key to my resistance For in that sound, I hear ocean And the beginnings of life Crashing with all its might. The sounds of leaves falling, Snow hitting winters ground, And tiny blue birds nesting. I hear Eve biting into the apple, Going Hmm, So what's the big deal here. I've been looking for an excuse To get designer togs For a long time now. So you big lug, You like the sound of my voice Just as much as I like yours Just hurry up and get here, Let's cut the red ribbon And play 'Wheel of Fortune,' But Darlin, I get the first spin. |