inside mine
Love used to be a promise of other things, thing better than what lies in front of you now.
It was a smoky haze covering everything that was important.
Unable to see, unable to dream
Words are jammed together in cattle cars, and shipped off someplace, with the promise of food and water
And a lessening of the suffering, somehow
Carry me with you, so I don’t have to hold myself up any longer
It’’s too much like the movies, sometimes
The trees are so popular, finches and sparrows and lovebirds nesting all over the place
Oh, to be rolling down a green hill in the middle of nowhere, rolling through grass for a time that seems like it won’t end
To feel the wind caspsize over your body, gently pushing you a bit faster than you’d planned
Losing all the clothing that has handcuffed itself to your body
There is always more to give out the first time.
There is less of you to give out the second time you meet the woman of your dreams. Most people just don’t.
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