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Apr 2015 · 433
I feel you
Johnny Overseas Apr 2015
I feel you when I'm with you,
Like time moves slow,
I know more than you know I know.

Your touch is filled with anxiety
That's why I don't want it
Your kiss, puts us exactly where our eyes meet
And it leaves me haunted
You touch me with urgency but never take it anywhere
What are you afraid of?
My words could never lead you to believe
that this was love, but you don't care,
This isn't love, that's what you're afraid of.

I feel you when I'm with you,
Like time moves slow,
I know more than you know I know.
I hate it when it's not love but it still has to be.
Mar 2015 · 472
Keep 'Em Guessing
Johnny Overseas Mar 2015
I want the people I owe to know I'm working really hard to pay them back
I want my soul to know it's alright that pain when you cling to my back bones

New unknown unknowns
The frame re and re froze
Don't forget to strike a pose
Don't forget that no one knows
where you're gonna make your light go
Mar 2015 · 232
Untitled
Johnny Overseas Mar 2015
Do you ever have dreams where you're running as fast as you can.....

But it still isn't fast enough?
Mar 2015 · 633
Flagrant Little Vagrant
Johnny Overseas Mar 2015
Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
But you like to laugh along until you tell me what you want, tell me why it can't be
You got guns and guns, you make sure to load the clips for it
You get me nice and close you know kissing distance, and let your pistol whisper it.

Go ahead and buy those things to make yourself feel like you've found it.
Being lost I've found 'finding' funds flagrancy; and just goes to compound it.
Gimme this gimme that, does this lifestyle you know, make me look fat?
Get your own body (stop watching mine) what do you think you should look more at?

Love, what a joke when you're alive like me,
Try to stay awake to observe your nature and I fell asleep up in the tree,
Buy yourself a ticket take our time and have it tossed
You lit a fire in me, I got lost in you, now I'm on fire and lost.

It was wrong.
Now your gone.
I'm lost.

Do you have any idea how sick I am of myself?
Or what that's like?
(Chances are you don't)
Burn yourself with an iron, get really good at it, do it all the time then you might.

I'm to that point where I can't brag about my fears, not anymore
They just make me scared. (That's what they want)
Driving backwards to go forwards in a car without the rears,
Still feeling more comfortable impared.

Light the fuse and wait for no explosion, being blunt: I can't find a point.
My mom told me every day I was special, I was chosen,
Then she marked a made up friend who's easier to anoint.

Through all of this, nothing is constant.
Not mother, nor brother, nor pa
Mother gave me to a father who lost me
Now I expect everything to go wrong.
To be gone.
To be lost.

Feeling for affinity in streets all filled with enemies
I've had my fill of friends who tease then climb on me to meet their means
Got enough **** problems of my own, stuck in a government that wants my bones
Home of the brave, land of the free, host to double down hypocrisy (the parasites are profiting!)

I guess I'm ****** to be ******, collar free slavery
For every shambled man or ma'am who wants to sign into democracy
C-a-p-I-t-olism,
Get em trapped up in the schism boys! Get em boys get em!

We're lost.

We've lost our way.
Or maybe it's just me.
If you're out there please say, please stay.
We are this lands new beginning.
Johnny Overseas Dec 2014
How is it I feel the way I do?
Living in this generation often leaves me quite confused, broken, bruised.

Let it be not that which you may believe.
Step aside the actions and reset what you perceive.
Grieve not about that which you verily have grieved.
Take a hit, be SURE to dodge the next. Duck and weave. Duck and weave.
Sep 2014 · 495
Until, Oh the Willow
Johnny Overseas Sep 2014
The wind whips wistfully once again,
I wander in the willows.
Where were you while I wander in the willows?
Prob'ly picked a pal and put your head upon their pillow.
Until it finds my will, oh I'll be counting to until, oh.

And until it 'comes until, oh, I'll be wand'rin' in the willows.

Wand'rin' in the willows wants me walkin' in the weeds.
Willful killful is the till-full that would plant what please the needs:
A wrapping of our hands before you leave on leaves, the breeze.
'Fore walk with me until oh,
Since we can't stay here in the willows.

And until it comes until oh, we'll be wand'rin' in the willows.

See, what I want won't willow with me if it's wand'rin' in the willows.
Neither will it reach until, oh till it kills, oh this until, oh.
It should me wander back the weeds,
Forget this please, unbreath this breeze,
But you leave, to me alone, this willow feels until oh, see?

And until you come again, until, oh, I'll be wand'rin' in the willows.

The wonderful the willows,
This tragic love until oh.
It may
In may
It may willow.
May be,
Until, oh......
Hm. I only seem to be able to write like this in autumn.
Jul 2014 · 595
Might This Be How?
Johnny Overseas Jul 2014
I'll catch butterflies
and bring them back to you.
Release them in your garden,
like a lovey dovey fool.
And all these winged insects,
mantis, butterflies and crickets
flap along on the electric light that pulses from your world.

Keep those butterflies alive, I'll be bringing more.
Is this how you love someone?
May 2014 · 3.2k
Alright
Johnny Overseas May 2014
Everyday I wake up,
thinking sleeping seconds take up all the space up
in a mind that wont shut up!
So don't get up, don't stand up,
for sure don't put your hands up.
I got so many heavy feelings I wont ever touch the ceiling.
But I throw the blanket of me,
all the shaking and the tossing
lost me seconds and it threatens that by end of the sentence,
with the dot a tock will deaden all the world here of this presence.

Ya I guess that you could say I'm afraid of death,
and that by the time I get to hell there wont be anything scary left,
so I take aim and shoot at life like it's the wild wild west,
I count on chaos, okay, I don't live for the blessed.

Get me out of this feeling, my head is messed.
Get me out of this feeling, my head is messed.

Oh, get yourself into some sunshine,
relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.
Put your dukes down, love. There's no fight.
Relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.

I gotta say I'm feelin' pretty dark here tonight,
but she's dark and she's pretty,
so I guess it could be alright!
Maybe she can replace this feeling that always makes me wanna fight.
I bite lightning, spight right wings with shocking mockings
that got me walking away from any kind of kinder light
Tell me to bare some arms I might!
But then I take a second and remember all the reasons it is that I come back again and fight.

Ya I guess that you could say I'm afraid of death,
I take aim and shoot at life like it's the wild wild west,
so by the time I get to hell there wont be anything scary left,
I count on chaos, okay, I don't live for the blessed.

Get me out of this feeling, my head is messed.
Get me out of this feeling, my head is messed.

Oh, get yourself into some sunshine,
relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.
Put your dukes down, love. There's no fight.
Relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.

Imagine what it is you could do,
if everybody in your life was in support of you,
and were the wind up on which you flew
wouldn't you do all the things that you imagined you could do?

Imagine what it is you could do,
if everybody in your life was in support of you,
and were the wind up on which you flew.
Wouldn't you do all of the things that life inspired you to do?

Imagine what it is you could do,
if everybody in your life was in support of you,
and were the wind up on which you flew.
Wouldn't you do all the things that you imagined you could do?

Oh, imagine what it is they could do
If all your friends and family were supported by you,
and you were the wind upon which they flew.
You'd be a little scared to imagine them without you. Wouldn't you?

Oh, get yourself into some sunshine,
relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.
Put your dukes down, love. There's no fight.
Relax in the feeling unwind,
let the warmth settle inside.
It's alright, it's alright.

Oh, imagine what it is they could do
If all your friends and family were supported by you,
and you were the wind upon which they flew.
You'd be a little scared to imagine them without you. Wouldn't you?
Always fight, don't be too much of a fighter. Living feels wrong, but dead you cannot be much writer.

A pen isn't mightier than those double edged swords. Luckily the type I'm thinking about still only appear in words.
Apr 2014 · 394
Diagnosed
Johnny Overseas Apr 2014
I'm diagnosed
It takes my stokes
I cannot keep my hope for most
Call me insane
I am untamed
But do not drug away my brain
Killer kind
This tape unwind
I have mortality in mind
Johnny Overseas Jan 2014
Hey stranger,
I've never seen the like.
They told me when I came to watch it like a hawk at night.
You gotta watch your step.
Did I catch you at a scary time?
I have a tendency to take it to a sharp decline.
Take a step,
start with the left foot in the front.
No way you'll get there if the right is having all the fun.
I got a feelin' you'll be likin' what you see in here.
That is as long as you can leave behind your every fear.

Before you,
is everything you'd love to know.
Say anything you want, if you say so.
Leave everything alone, or you can make it blow.
Enter here,
The House of Scattered Souls.

That weight you're liftin'
looks like a heavy load,
got a thousand ways that we could help you let it go.
Let it down,
watch it fall into the dark at night,
then watch the hawk let out a shriek and then jump into flight.
Have you seen the kind,
that let's you leave behind,
the kind of baggage laggage fad that can infest your mind?
Forget the sharp declines,
I've got a love to find.
I kiss my name into the wind and take whatever I can find.

Before you,
is everything you'd love to know.
Say anything you want, if you say so.
Leave everything alone, or you can make it blow.
Enter here,
The House of Scattered Souls.
Wrote this 4 years ago and the me I am now has such an envy for how I USED to write :/
Dec 2013 · 770
Fight for What I've Found
Johnny Overseas Dec 2013
So here am I, and lot's lately, it's where you can find me,
Hoarse, atop a building, none can hear, no one can see.
But to the sky, to winged passers-by, I let my voice ring free.
Most of the time, I find, they chime "don't let it get you to worry,
obviously, you're just in the wrong city."

Oh Serendipity

For birds to say, it's so easy, unwittingly
They add to my jealousy, till my fight may make me we.
And yet I, find ways, to keep smiling
Though sometimes, the shine, comes right through my front teeth
Try learning from these creatures free, so someday, like them I will be

Oh Serendipity

Serene, I'd die of pity, make it heard from here my city.
Something witty, something witty, ******* I miss your pretty.
Fighting, soon you'll see me, my heart's pounding, getting giddy,
Giddy-up this hoarse I'm picky, take me to the streets of windy.
Impossible definitively, yet I climb, forced to fight to find, my serendipity.

Oh Serendipity
Please come back to me.
Dec 2013 · 736
me and Molly
Johnny Overseas Dec 2013
We sip our coffee and tea
and walk down the street
and hold hands
you and me would be we
but in this reality
I'd have to be
a decent man

I didn't just **** up,
have bad luck
bust
and give my cards back to the dealer
I tore the ace up
Made with poison what you sip from your cup
and then realized there's no clear healer

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'

You wouldn't know
but my mind shows
pictures of us
when our love was present
but here I go
never hearing no
I let my voice flow but nothing is resonant
Your corner lip curl
could be the reason you'd be my girl
and we'd explode
but there's no fire from me
since I dented your world
I want your bullets
but it's not a gun you'll reload

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'

You told me if I threw the rock
at the swings
and it hit the post we'd kiss
so I jumped and ran
frightened the flock
ensured I wouldn't miss
I'll remember it forever
we've now grown different feathers
but still both of us can fly
I've got a perfect view
sitting on your never
nothing clever
ever
from the boy who wants to be your guy

but picked the worst moment to try
everything you said about me was right

Molly
honestly
I'm sorry

I think of you often
it always makes my soul soften

knowing that we can't be
something
because of me

What I wouldn't give
to take back what I did
how I ******* did it
But your light
shines bright
just fine
as long as I stay hidden

It's been years and I can still feel you in my arms
feel your breath on my face
Still know your favorites, triggers to your alarms
and the edge of your lips I could trace

I should probably forget
but that memory lies on a slant
I was never on your level
I try to push it off, I can't

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'
Dug up this old one
Johnny Overseas Nov 2013
I've noticed that my mustache grows in thicker on one side,
made to wonder if this blunder's due to my brother, how he died,
Never will my reddened beard grow in and lay with grace
because my brothers lifeless body layed a pressure on my face
Most men primp and think of happiness in mirrors and in breath
However, whenever I clean my face I'm forced to think of death,
(with the face of a brother I've never met)
So I celebrate life and do my best to think it limitless
Go out and do, create for you, make proud the worlds dead triplets

I am the living ghost of Joseph,
All the worlds dead triplets.

I've noticed that my beard grows thicker in just this tiny spot,
'Cause the way they lay, I cannot help but think a rather morbid thought,
The way you are is picked afar from waned or waxed moon,
but what happens there when you're prepared a rather taxed womb?
The newest of 8 darkened waters with no help to navigate,
You'll admit having dead brothers makes it harder to relate.
But they never were alive so I can't say I have regrets,
I must make with my life, for all the worlds dead triplets

I am the living ghost of Joseph,
All the worlds dead triplets.

My mother calls me her surprise and I think "jeezez kryst."
In honesty I'm accident, but the way you said it's nice.
I feel and see it differently inside my orange head,
But, that's just the way **** happens when you're born beside the dead.
You see, I was touched by death before I even knew of life,
I cuddled it and swam beside it up until the knife.
So death, with mercy, stays away and out of sight it gets,
for it knows I held it close, I live, a ghost, of my dead triplet.

I am the living ghost of Joseph,
All the worlds dead triplets.

But it can't last forever,
I've already lived too long,
So immortal I'm on paper
and in the wind in song.

I said it cannot last forever,
I should already be dead,
The world it has a shortage
of another orange head

I am the living ghost of Joseph,
My dead triplet.

So with all of that in mind, defined,
my chances should be none,
I never should have had a first,
so I make all my seconds battles won.

I am the living ghost of my brother Joseph,
and all the worlds dead triplets.
It is very hard to hit the save poem button....... there's that sinking feeling in my gut....... is this too personal? You tell me.

This may be the most important poem I've ever written. I didn't even know I felt half of this stuff until they were all in a notebook together.

See the thing is, if you're bearing multiple children and one of them is miscarried, the chances that the rest of the babies surviving is, well, not favorable.

And I didn't even show up on any ultrasounds.

Gives me a new outlook and even though it's a morbid poem, it makes me feel more gifted than anything else in the world. Makes me wanna hug my twin because I cannot hold my triplet. We don't even get along.

RIP Joseph.
Nov 2013 · 3.4k
Disposable Camera
Johnny Overseas Nov 2013
She doesn't exactly follow an ambition to be part of a new world
She isn't exactly the definition of your typical post-modern-feminist girl

I'm sorry princess, that you had to have me on this day
But you could have made it easier to find something to say
Jumped up and done some doing about how my foot got in my mouth this way
Instead you're sitting, pouting pretty cause your pretense won't get played

I'll watch you smoke your cigarette, while you're in your loose thread Sunday clothes,
Let's take one of those strings, hold your dress to the wind and see if it floats

Disposable cameras,
Forever fights.

Forever cameras,
Disposable nights.

Hey there weary stranger, I'm sorry I got you confused,
It's just in my lamer moments like this, I don't know what to do,
My silence won't tell you you're beautiful, so I overload and surge through the fuse,
Let me shut up and take you to dinner, if you're lucky we'll both get used.

We're so over the disposable camera generation,
Disposable cameras,
Forever fights.

Now it's a forever rolling fixation,
Forever cameras,
Disposable nights.

So watch out how you smile,
Maybe try to be nice,
Cause if happiness is found in teeth, I friend the crocodile,
And the coolest cats do the same for the mice

So watch out how you smile,
Maybe try to be nice,
Cause if happiness is found in fangs flashed then I friend the crocodile,
And the coolest cats do the same for the mice

We're so over the disposable camera generation,
Disposable cameras, make way for
Forever fights.

Now it's a forever rolling fixation,
Forever cameras, only roll on
Disposable nights.
Oct 2013 · 1.5k
And We Spin
Johnny Overseas Oct 2013
I didn't turn the faucet off
And thought about life flowing
How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going 
Only in the second there in all my glory showing 
But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing

I turned the faucet on
So I could hear it flow again
The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend
It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end
And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends

And we spin

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

And we spin, and we spin. 

I kick up the sawdust
So with the dirt I'd see the sun
And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun
Hoping knowing when they settle
This morning isn't the only one
Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun

I start to make more sawdust
Building what? I've yet to know
But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole
So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold 
And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told

And we spin

Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip

And we spin, and we spin.
Sep 2013 · 1.0k
I've Never Met Her Husband
Johnny Overseas Sep 2013
You emerge a woman
Let your hair down from those knots
And let me keep the ribbon
So I can keep you in my thoughts

What really feels the worst
When narrowing, I had to
Isn't the threat of getting hit
It's that if I did I still couldn't have you

You go to bed next to him
I'm just a whim
Just a whim
When you've had your drinks in

You don't come to my life
I only go to yours
I jump the walls and cut the fence
But still have to knock on the door

I beg you for permission
To sit in on this chapter
But I didn't think that I'd get stuck
And not care for what came after

You go to bed next to him
I'm just a whim 
Just a whim
When you've had your drinks in

But why doesn't he come?
He won't bask in the light of your sun.
He listens to all that you've done
But takes the bench for this one

Let me force myself upon you
And you can whip me with the guilt
I've got the better back
So I'll take the weight you might have felt

I'm just a whim

I've done it again haven't I?
Thinking im better or clever or sly
It's impossible for me to live a lie
So when I say I can't be with you I have to tell them why

If he tried to match my passion then from your fancy roof you'd sing
But there's a device between our vice
And the ring is the thing

It's not fair

I don't remember what I said
While you were swerving down the road
You're next to him in bed
but you don't want to sleep alone
So I go and think the thoughts that make me eligible for lashes
If this could be our final moment

I wouldn't care if this car crashes

So close those tired eyes
And let's see what happens

But you make it back  next to him
I'm just a whim 
Just a whim
Just a whim 

Somebody buy me a drink.
May 2013 · 647
To Be the Story Told
Johnny Overseas May 2013
One of those days,
where life floats in front of your eyes,
as your head swivels round,
life can't keep up with your disguise,
tell me if I'm wrong,
just do it, and I'll be fine,
but I can't see how anything I haven't created,
could truly be mine.
To enjoy, without contribution,
is this life's perfect crime,

To have and to hold,
to write and be bold,
to fit to a mold,
to be the story told.

one of those days,
where you're a foot off the ground,
three feet from the sky,
and your steps make no sound,
point in some direction,
love without affection,
life without confection,
wind without convection,
Paint me in black and white,
I still can't tell you wrong from right.

To have and to scold,
to make and then fold
to light fires, remain cold
to be the story told

to be the story told

to be the story told.

one of those lifetimes,
you have to look back on,
cannot just pass on,
not without a last song,
that punctual moment,
where the smog is the clarity,
you walk to the church,
but dont need the charity,
you stand at the feet, of a bloodied, cracked deity,
from his mouth hear the words, what is it you see in me?

To have and get rolled,
to give and see it sold,
to live but never grow old
to be the story told

to be the story told

to be the story told.
May 2013 · 1.6k
Infinity
Johnny Overseas May 2013
Today I am tornado
Tomorrow I am storm
Today I am destruction
Tomorrow Phoenix born
Today I am the fire
So from ashes rise
Today I am the truth
Tomorrow never lies

Today you are my never
Tomorrow you're today
Today I give you nothing for
Tomorrow to take away
Today you are the beauty
Tomorrow well who knows
But still you tend the garden
Where all tomorrows grow

Today I fight my demons
In my way which might be slow
So tomorrow can be freed of
All today's incipient woes 
I hack Today's full veins
And fill tomorrow's cup
So I may plant tomorrow's morning
And watch the day grow up

Tomorrow there is darkness
That started here today
And all because tomorrow's 
Are just too far away
And so I sit and think of
How to best disrupt the norm
And so
Today I am tornado
So tomorrows just a storm
Jan 2013 · 801
I Won't Be There
Johnny Overseas Jan 2013
I won't be there for you,
Can't care for you,
My heart tears for you,
But I don't know where it lies,
Do you?

I'm not coming to lunch,
I'm not coming to dinner,
You won't see my face,
Nor anything inner,
I've made a new family,
From thread of a new spinner,
Our patchwork is of skin
We make brothers like we're kinners.

I won't share with you,
Can't be there with you,
This is all your issue,
Now you you want me at your side,
Wish you.

Wish that you had been,
Something of an admin,
Something of a book fiend,
Instead of just a cold wind,
Wish you had been anything,
That could have taught me how to win,
Or know this feeling from within,
Or teach me how to keep a friend.

But no.

You had to spend this 23 years figuring out how to get out of it.
23 years spent weeping and moaning every second that I ever doubted it.
Where's my rock? Where's my home? Where's the words I should have shouted?
I've got nothing. I'm alone. And you all just watched and ******* allowed it.

I have no brothers in my blood.
My sister to me linked by thread we've spun.
I have no interest in what was.
Gee, you're family sure looks fun.
I guess to you I'll run.
Cause with mine I'm ******* done.
And I'm sure I'll be the only one.
Nov 2012 · 558
My Middle Name is John
Johnny Overseas Nov 2012
What do you do? When the world is this unfair to you? I should just start lying cause they say it hurts to be true. It hurts to be left. It hurts to be dropped. What's worse it feels nothing, to be nothing, when your within has been chopped. Severed from waiting. Severed from chance that your hands will be waving to bring me on back. What do you do when these words are all you have and you read them to yourself so something that makes sense can talk back. Must write them. Must write them down so no one can ever forget. Until my dexterous fingers with blood they drip wet. But no one will see because no one can read them. Till up the ground and you plant them. You seed them. But nothing ever grows when the sun turns its back. No one ever blossoms with their life spent like that. You wouldn't believe me if you told you anyway. That these are my demons, with your mind they will play. No sense could be made even day after day. So just like the others. You fly fly away. It's ok. Ill just live in roulette, I'll keep my head spinning so I can't feel the regret that clings to the walls of the brain I was slewn. That makes walk round the body that sings its hollow tunes. Scripted I rise. Unscripted I fall. Don't tell me you love me. Cause I never had any parents at all.
I found out today that the grandfather that I was named after lies on his deathbed. 23 years. And my mother finally admits that I don't know her. Blames it on me because I didn't ask the questions. 23 years and I never knew the man I was named after. Now with him will die my name.
Oct 2012 · 708
That I May Never Love Again
Johnny Overseas Oct 2012
I'm waiting for the perfect girl,
I'm painting her in my mind,
I'm not using my hand or my arms because soon I hope to be blind.
I don't want to see, hear, taste, smell or touch,
for life is measured in seconds and sensors, and relatively I've had enough.
I've had enough of your radiance,
enough of your beauty,
In trying to describe it I've done more than my duty.
If our love was flawless, had mercy, a sensory piece of art,
then it would leave me no skin, eyes, ears, tongue or nose
and to leave me perfect,
to leave me scarred and marked,
if it was hungry enough to rip me apart,
catalog all of my senses in measures and chart,
for our love to be perfect,
it would eat my heart.
Oct 2012 · 933
The Asylum
Johnny Overseas Oct 2012
Take me back to the asylum
Where the walls beg to breathe 
Where everything is carefully broken
Where you can hear touch and see
Those souls that never want you to leave

Watch your step in these walls
Let yourself feel the pull, not the push
Everyone rides out their highs till the falls 
To wait till they're given the rush
To feel you must allow just as such

Feel the crawl upon your skin
Their hands and breath pervade you
From where? They stay within 
And in your mind they barricade you
Be not afraid, its how they'll persuade you

Tell me why you're here
And what is the reason you stay
I ask you why must I feel fear
And why you can't be in the mood to play
This cold wasn't here during the day
Definitely not in this way

Mother I'll guide you home
Take Gregory and the children and go
You're surrounded but still feel alone
And something is making it so
And from the darkness it flows
My ankle it will not let go
Johnny Overseas Oct 2012
Her love is like a Minnesota river,
Still only on the surface, and only in the winter

My love is like a maple on the shore
That waits to be fed by your waters and constantly wants more

I don't need to tell you where or know whee you go,
You're gonna do what you do and be beautiful so,
Don't let me stop you,
Just flow river, flow

I know it's impossible to keep you dammed,
Your waters will swell to keep moving and I'll lose your hand

See you're made of water and slippery after all
But you're always there on the landing and soft when I fall

I wanna grow into your deltas, shade your shores, give you love,
My leaves fall in your waters, you surround and give the best hugs

I could never stop you, and I won't try any more,
I'm just a maple in the autumn waiting to wade into your shore

I'd kid myself thinking you're not a different river every day,
But at least I always get a new you before I have to let you flow away

But in a tiny little puddle in my roots you'll be remembered for a while
I know that I'm not as tall as I want yet, and you're not nearly the Nile

But still you'll flow to different places and I'll stay here the same
I'll always see you shining in the current and hope to feel you in the rain

Her love is like a Minnesota river
Still only on the surface, and only in the winter

My love is like a maple on the shore
That waits to be fed by your waters and constantly wants more

I don't need to tell you where or know where you go,
You're gonna do what you do and be beautiful so,
Don't let me stop you,
Just flow river, flow

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