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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.15.18.31.1377]] |
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The hermit reaches out for a dream in the darkness He offers a secluded and pastoral life He searches the earth for a wife Is this the new reality of love when lines written in haste to keep up with the chatter are taken at face value, and trusted, believed as if she thought this would matter. Lost souls like I who reach for those dreams Don't care that the words are empty and mean The love that is pronised is real we believe we enter hell with matches and gasoline The wire connects to the whole wide world yielding promise upon promise of freedom So I sit and I watch from the safety of my chair I am lord of this two bedroom kingdom I met someone once, a real live wire, with lips tasting of honey and a passion like fire we touched and we kissed and we talked and we laughed and our love grew so fast we lost sight of our path Never in life had love like this been seen My guard was down, like a pony still green And though I was broke like an old trail nag Denial and fear made me drop the whole bag Not a day goes by I don't hope and pray That she will answer my emails some day But I fear that the hermit will fly down and woo The only one ever for me, that's you. |