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By coujeaux Date: 2004 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.20.11.50.7142]] |
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Comes his face over her shoulder, delicate reminders whispered in ear, arms 'round her waist, And a steady unison in perpetual motion as both consume sweet nothings for breathshare taste. You know the desperate by their lightningstep, newly comfortable by their hesitation; giveaways, As well as those tried-and-trues who sing the loudest blues 'bout emptiness of accompanied days. Anyone who's been down and out spikes their loneliness wine with doubt and chases it with despair, Getting 'faced on doublebarreled blast of sentimentality and half-assed, toasting to I just don't care. Met my share of lovehoppers and showstoppers, carried excuses in hello suitcase and goodbye purse, Like hobos ridin' rails to where locomotives end up they get off on a promise you couldn't be no worse. Outsides of their baggage show emblems of where they been, what they've seen, scars thither and yon, If you're brave enough to trace trails of their trials back to the source you guarantee them good as gone. Objections to your mirror screams louder, ever clearer; as they trip out the door ensure guilt rides along, 'Cause there ain't no shame in makin' em shoulder the blame for running away from somethin' so strong. Redeemable muscle centerchest serves everyone best if you respect its instruction, but check your head, For you'll flutter an epiphanic rythym in due time yet monkeywrench the melodies by overanalysis instead. Come gently does possibility, freighttrain memory; one moment brakeslam, next torpedodamn; confusion, And it's a frustrating conversation, this conversion of conscience that separates the magic from the illusion. To some it takes all faith or no love to escape lacecuff epoxies of prior heartache, but break free you must, Else you'll remained forever chained to dissatisfaction left unrestrained 'til you don't know just who to trust. 10/18/2004 |