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By juan d'fule Date: 2004 Oct 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.22.03.35.30958]] |
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Where were we, I whisper to you. See that mockingbird up there in that tree? It's there to keep us honest, Because we can't always say exactly what we mean when Looking into each others eyes. Do we succumb to self doubt? If I sing you this song will you love me the more? Or cast me aside as you would a monthly account, No return on investment here and of course, The grass (Because) is (we) always (don't) greener (always) on, The (tend our) other (own grass) side. So caught in between what I feel, compared to the tangible, What I can see, but hey... I'm sorry to leave this alone. It's a special line of communication we have here. It's alright if you turn me down 'cause my hearts a hobo sometimes, Waiting to jump the next train, wherever it may go is all good, Like work, where Friday is the day we court, Because it's always different and just a little out of reach. Special indeed, the beginning of the good times. So I say hello, again, that's a start and if I don't Well then, it won't be there in my life. You won't always lose and in the breath you speak, You've won, the moment you put it all down, Shouted out your love like it's a number one song, To then walk away with your back straight and your Most importune smile and turning the corner you.. Pass out, lie down right there. But because your heart still beats, albeit as a Hummingbirds wings, It feels great to be alive, through the drizzle of pain. I wish, that you would come by and weaken me, u. |