my icy shower this morning did nothing to wake me up.
i still am blind to the fact that this may be the right thing,
that today is happening.
you shook your head yes, but kept your eyes shut and your doors, too.
you mirage of a man;
i-- a dumb-struck, lovefool.
if you keep your bridge drawn forever,
your tears will flood this moat and there will be nothing more i can do for you.
straighten up-- and brace yourself, charles.
i've always been here to warm your cold feet, trumping your new out of place shoes;
but the fact is there is no easy way to say that
--i love you.
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