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The song after the song I don't write. |
| I watch you. You go and hug your son after he comes back from the play ground for lunch. You lounge lazily on the sunny bench. You speak of the future hesitantly not sure if it will ever truly come. You lean against your friend's back so he can hide the sun's glare from you. You take it all for granted. You speak hotly of your love and you feel across your body an energetic electricity so strong you have to stand and shout. You are so beautiful your youth is so strong like a twig caught in a spring of water I watch you. Your love is so strong you are not a tree not a bird going extinct. You are human. And I watch you and wish I could be you. Winter always come and like a bird I hide from sight and from my hidden nest I watch you warm together your nights. |