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Your life belongs to me now. It's not a question of what will happen,
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It's a strange sort of hazel and it won't me go
Without a word it says your love is all I need to know
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The future cannot fight for you,
or set the wrong and right for you,
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My soul has been changed to its core
in losing all that it adored
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Praying for kinship, and loving hope,
at the altar of forever and a day.
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Now that you've ripped all the paper,
and tugged open all of the bows,
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Imagine, if you will, you favorite music,
softly playing harmonies beneath the sounds
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Oh, but to sit in a gondola with a nice old vintage,
a capo, and an old nylon string guitar...
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I see groups of children, just babies, crowding a park with guns.
Not yet old enough to respect life, just old enough to take it.
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In the chill of a winters morning I walk the fog soaked streets
surrounded by white-capped homes, and drifts of smoke.
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What I thought were roadblocks in my life,
were merely the stile that lead me over your fence.
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And when I do, she'll cry for me
a sirens wailing of twisted love.
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Do you see me here, wrapped in fear,
staring through tears at a love most dear?
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by HomeGrown
22 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 18 9:36 PM 2008
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The dryer has finally cooled and I
have pulled out the burnt clothes.
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Help me stop pretending, help me do it right
help me learn the ways you want to wander through the night
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But Maggie Mae and Lizzy both remind me so of her.
And little sexy Sadie just can't get my heart to stir.
by HomeGrown
29 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 14 11:51 AM 2008
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pulling out the aged and crooked Victrola
and a bit of Beatles and Otis Redding.
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I've told myself that I can do it, that I can move on.
The problem is in the belief of what I say.
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The tale of a long life well lived,
and a lasting love well loved.
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I'll lay down words that none will yet understand,
but that they will follow for all time.
by HomeGrown
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 20 12:10 PM 2008
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even my freckles, I know you miss them
and the knowledge is a marvelous comfort at night.
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the day the shots rang and the bodies fell
the day I knew my existence was finite
by HomeGrown
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 15 9:35 PM 2008
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The will of motion, gone,
the will of hope, destitute,
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Minutes are like waiting at the DMV
with razors in your Birkenstocks,
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