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By Thoughtfull Date: 2004 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.31.22.27.15622]] |
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You pronounce me perfect and my instinct is to beam like a first grader bringing home a paper worthy of the fridge. But I pause knowing my mistake. I tell you I want to marry a country love song and you tell me those things really happen. For an instant I might believe you. Try to convince me with movie worthy moments, a blanket spread under the night sky with candles and champagne. Classic romance at my feet, I will still remind you how many times this hasn't happen before for you or me or everyone else who helps contribute to the fifty percent divorce rate. Kiss me so softly I fumble for words to argue with you and tell me how beautiful I am so I can stick out my tongue at you and tell you you're silly. You tell me I can't take a compliment. But I can't tell you how badly I want to. I want to lay down on that solid ground beside you feeling confident enough to trust the next steps as they come and not ever question anything again. I want to believe you found my glass slipper and even though the clock has run far past midnight for me you are the one prince waking me with this kiss. |