i had something really good to say,
but the storm rolled in and the wind blew it away.
i sat here yesterday
and the day before that, and the day before that...
i can hear the thumping pulse of your heart
leaping out, ready for its life to start,
ready to be on its own and apart
of something better than the life of a bricklayer.
but if you saw the way the sun danced to please
and heard the sweet sounds composed by the trees,
you, too, would weep at their melodies
and stay inside, because they bend over backwards for her.
i know that if i might have had glowing eyes
that were bluer and bigger than the Alaskan sky,
this wouldn't be a lie!
and you wouldn't have to grin like a howling mule.
don'tletthemonstersgetyouwhenyou'redown.
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