From the light that slipped past the shade
I can still care and I'm still brave
lines lifted from your pages
and the stages of this is bliss
found past the lines lifted on my face
displaced touch still felt from your
fingers trace
the war paint facade
brightly wrapped in lace,
slap the pace and we're
running head first in this race.
but surely you can't think
I'll slow this train.
Cutting words like coupons
I post them on your mind
and the bent defense leaves me blind
by your light and I'm staring
to intently to account for your
countenance
Take a backward glance on me
and transcend this delight transcends
my frights and I feel like jumping.
I just might you know?
I just might.
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