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From Across The Bar
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February 2014 Does keeping this secret really mean enough
to me that i'd be willing to give up on true love?
or is it again all me that planted a thought,
fell down off tree tops and in a web i'm caught,
web of secrets i only keep if i can take it,
watch that sun rise with some good byes you can't fake if
you can't just let go of a conversation,
stuck like she took me out again, her mans frustration,
why care though? don't know how to go slow,
steady driving with a heavy foot in the snow,
with the hopes of becoming the accident, not the passerby
looking on with such a bored curious eye,
not my type but what's a type? attraction?
why can't i make any gutsy moves? stuck actin
like i'm fine when lonely has long ago ruined this mind,
once full of such hope, now find it hard to stay kind.
