Tuesday, September 21, 2010

rain fall on a tin roof

this is our secret for as long as we can keep it,
the deepest of secrets that nobody knows,
the root of the root, the bud of the bud and so it goes,
and the lyrics of a thousand songs couldn't paint a picture
so beautiful she had me from my first conversation with her,
see nobody was ever as clever,
still can't figure out how they put it all together.
sitting in the room where we first got lost in one another,
just tripping off the feeling that together we discovered.
now i'm reminiscing on days past escaping the pearl
before taking that hold and making it too hard,
but it was scary to be even this close to a perfect fit,
close your eyes i promise this won't hurt a bit.
this is the kind of love that inspires the stuff i write my poems to,
the kind of love you have to leave, just to come home to.

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