Saturday, September 03, 2005
Five Hours 'Till Morning, & The Fringe Of Your Hair
You step out the car, I've wished for you every hour.
Better than my hope your smile doesn't disappoint.
The fringe of your hair confirms what I stretched to feel.
My arms around you and I'm not guessing, or waiting.
These comrades of yours could not build a house out of pancakes.
But we're both here and working these dark early hours anyway.
You have me right here in the woods most alone and impressed.
You have what you want but my heart aches for more and no less.
Our foreheads are close and your heartbeat is near to my chest.
I can stare for all night in your eyes while your worst is my best.
This morning advances its stance from the back of the trees.
I'll stay up alone for tomorrow ruins all. I'll kill everything.
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Better than my hope your smile doesn't disappoint.
The fringe of your hair confirms what I stretched to feel.
My arms around you and I'm not guessing, or waiting.
These comrades of yours could not build a house out of pancakes.
But we're both here and working these dark early hours anyway.
You have me right here in the woods most alone and impressed.
You have what you want but my heart aches for more and no less.
Our foreheads are close and your heartbeat is near to my chest.
I can stare for all night in your eyes while your worst is my best.
This morning advances its stance from the back of the trees.
I'll stay up alone for tomorrow ruins all. I'll kill everything.
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